Episode 24 - January 1999 - Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

January 1999

This series of posts on each Friday, moving forward during 2016 will continue the stories of “The Homeplace Saga” series of family saga, historical fiction families in the area of Oak Springs following the novel “Christmas at the Homeplace,” which ended as 1997 began.

Earlier, we have seen the community move from January 1997 through December 1998. We are now in January of 1999, in episodic serial format…

Episode 24 - Christopher, in his office, Thursday morning, with Bruce

(Part II, continued from Part I)

[From the end of Episode 23:

Christopher: Really. Do you know how much she had ‘accumulated?’

Bruce: It was something in excess of $10,000 at the time of her death.

Christopher: Interesting. She must have gotten some pretty good roles. Did she work other than acting?

Bruce: Not that I ever heard of. [End of Part I] ]

Christopher: Were there any other markings on the box?

Bruce: Yes, there was one. There was a Masonic logo on the top.

Christopher: I was pretty sure you would say that, Bruce. Here is something we learned, about that box. Ethel’s grandfather, William, kept a personal journal that recently came into the hands of the family. His notations on farming and the weather were often detailed. His comments about family were generally pretty cryptic. From what we have learned, from the journal, and talking to a elderly friend, still living, William referred to Ethel as “Snooki.” He apparently thought a great deal of her. There is some evidence they exchanged letters over the years, but none seemed to have survived. However, one entry in his journal referenced a box, about the time she left for New York: “Took care of Snooki. Sent with her in Mason box, to remember me by.” William was an active Mason.

Bruce: Did it say what was in the box?

Christopher: No, not in the journal. However, it seemed he was the only one in the family who was willing to offer her support to follow her dream. My grandfather was a young lawyer in town at the time, the only one in town. It seemed logical to me that if William ‘took care of’ her, there might have been a legal consultation and perhaps a record. Before my father died, he made me aware that there were legal records of the firm dating back into the 1920s in the bank vault, for safekeeping. He said they might still come in handy one day… he had used them a couple of times.

Knowing the approximate date, and the parties, I was able to retrieve a copy of the document that was in that box that went to New York with Ethel. It is short. I’ll let you read it.

Bruce: [after reading the document] He sent along ten thousand dollars in government bonds. He actually said, ‘This is your inheritance.’ [Bruce paused for a moment.] They would have survived the Great Depression. He recommended she only spend the interest as needed, and save the principle for ‘a rainy day.’ That was the money Carlos had for me.

Christopher: That is how I read it, as well. A few days after you were born, Ethel wrote him a letter. He noted, “Snookie has great news.” But then, she died. Several days later, he noted, “Haven’t heard from Snooki.” He died a few days after that, of an apparent heart attack. 

Bruce: And that is why you all knew nothing of this relationship.

Christopher. It certainly appears that way.

Bruce: It also appears I already got my inheritance, didn’t I?

Christopher: Yes. You were very fortunate there was one to receive. You were able to make the most of it, from what you said earlier.

Bruce: Yes I was. I certainly was. This is a bit of a relief. Thank you.

Christopher: By the way, Bruce, welcome to the family. I think we have clearly shown that you are a McDonald, even though your name is Randolph.

Bruce: That is very nice to know.

Christopher: Let’s arrange to have you meet the rest of the family.

Bruce: I’d like that.

…and that is what they did.

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Episode 23 - January 1999 - Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

January 1999

This series of posts on each Friday, moving forward during 2016 will continue the stories of “The Homeplace Saga” series of family saga, historical fiction families in the area of Oak Springs following the novel “Christmas at the Homeplace,” which ended as 1997 began.

Earlier, we have seen the community move from January 1997 through December 1998. We are now in January of 1999, in episodic serial format…

Episode 23 - Christopher, in his office, Thursday morning, with Bruce

Bruce: Here is the Birth Certificate I promised to show you.

Christopher: Thank you. [Paused, as he read it] This says your mother was Ethel Randolph, and your name is Bruce William Randolph. Her parents’ name spaces are blank as well as the father space. What can you tell me about that? Also, a Carlos Chevez provided the information? Who is that?

Bruce: Well, you certainly asked the pertinent questions. Let me tell you what I know. I suppose I should say ‘what I’ve been told.’ I know of no one living today who was there. Carlos Chevez was the father of my mother’s roommate during the years she lived in New York City. The roommate’s name was Bernice. Her mother was Maria. Carlos and Maria raised me. Virtually all I know is information they told me, as I was growing up, before they each died, in the 1970s. Bernice died in the late 1950s. I don’t recall ever seeing her. [He paused… reflecting.]

Christopher: OK, tell me more.

Bruce: They told me that my mother called herself Ethel Randolph from the day she arrived in New York City. It was not until fairly recently that I even questioned that. The only physical thing they gave me that they said was hers, that she wanted me to have, was a wooden box with some of her scarves, and some small costume jewelry, in it. I kept it on a shelf. A couple of years ago, I picked it up, and for the first time, apparently, I looked at the bottom. There were the words: “McDonald - Missouri.” I initially assumed that was the maker of the box, or where she had purchased it. I gave it no further thought, but the words apparently stuck in my head. When I say the newspaper article about the McDonald Conservancy grant from the State of Missouri - “McDonald - Missouri” rang up in my mind.  

Christopher: We didn’t even know about Ethel. How did you make the connection?

Bruce: The Conservancy story gave the family names and location. I knew from the stories about when she came, so it was the 1920 census information that confirmed for me her name, when I got to that. It did take some searching, many dead ends along the way.

Christopher: How did the Chevez couple happen to take you in? What happened to your mother? To Bernice?

Bruce: Ethel, my mother, died just a few days after I was born, they said. Complications from childbirth, it says on her death certificate.

Christopher: Do you have a copy of that, as well?

Bruce: Yes, I do. Here is a copy.

Christopher: May 1st, 1939. Most interesting. Carlos was the informant on this document, as well?

Bruce: Yes. The way I understand it, my mother had actually gotten closer to Carlos and Maria than their own daughter. Especially after she got pregnant and was going to have a baby. Bernice really didn’t want anything to do with it. It seems she pulled clear away from the situation. At the same time, it seemed her parents became very protective of my mother. We’ll never know all the details, of course. Carlos was an accountant. Very respected in the Cuban-American community they lived in. I think he looked after the money my mother had accumulated, as well. She actually left more than I would have expected. Carlos kept it invested. By the time I was of age, it actually got me started in my own brokerage business.

Christopher: Really. Do you know how much she had ‘accumulated?’

Bruce: It was something in excess of $10,000 at the time of her death.

Christopher: Interesting. She must have gotten some pretty good roles. Did she work other than acting?

Bruce: Not that I ever heard of. [End of Part I]

[To be continued - next Friday]

"May everyone have a homeplace, if only in your mind."

Dr. Bill  ;-)

Episode 21 - January 1999 - Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

January 1999

This series of posts on each Friday, moving forward during 2016 will continue the stories of “The Homeplace Saga” series of family saga, historical fiction families in the area of Oak Springs following the novel “Christmas at the Homeplace,” which ended as 1997 began.

Earlier, we have seen the community move from January 1997 through December 1998. We are now in January of 1999, in episodic serial format…

 

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Episode 21 - Christopher with Karen and Jennifer - early Tuesday evening

[From Episode 20:

Karen: “Jennifer came across one of William’s journals where he mentions a “Snooki” - does that name mean anything to you?”

Virginia: “Oh, yes. "Snooki." That was his ‘special name’ for Ethel!”

Virginia had almost spat out the name “Snooki” it seemed to Karen. She closed her conversation with Virginia, not wanting to upset her any more.

Karen: “Thank you, so much, Virginia. It is about time for your supper. I appreciate you talking to me. We’ll talk again, another day.”]

Karen and Jennifer met back at Christopher’s office following Karen’s visit with Virginia.

Karen was anxious to share the specifics of what she had learned from Virginia before any of the details got away from her. As a nurse, she had become used to doing this, but she hoped that ability had not diminished from being away from that kind of situation for a few years now.

Karen: Virginia confirmed that Ethel left Oak Springs during the summer, right after graduating high school. That was 1929. Virginia compared Ethel’s desire to leave with Beverly’s desire to get away from home. However, Ethel’s reason was because she had been encouraged that she could ‘make it’ on Broadway, in New York City.

Jennifer: So, this information basically confirms that she did go to New York, like Bruce Randolph claims.

Karen: Yes, and I think it is important that Virginia said that her parents, Joe and Beth, were strongly opposed to her leaving. But, with her drama coach providing information on where she could stay, and who to contact to get try-outs, it would have been hard to talk her out of going.

Christopher: How did she pay for the move, if her parents were opposed?

Karen: A key question, for sure, Christopher. Virginia said someone provided the financing. She said no one knew for sure, but it was strongly suspected that it was her Grandfather, William McDonald.

Jennifer: That is very interesting. Why did she say that?

Karen: Apparently William had been quite taken with Ethel from the time she was born, or very young. He, and his wife, Charlotte, had only had the one child, Joseph, a son. When Joe and Beth had their first daughter, William treated her as very special from the beginning, and that never let up, it seemed. Virginia said that Mildred was quite jealous of that attention. She even implied that when Ethel left, and never came back, that Mildred was happy with that. Mildred had never mentioned Ethel again, over all those years.

Christopher: So that is why you, and her other children, had not heard of your aunt Ethel?

Karen: Presumably, yes. Two other closely related items, before I forget to mention them. The stock market crash occurred not long after Ethel left. Virginia said that had a strong impact on her family for sure. They had about lost their business and took attention away from any further talk of Ethel. The other thing that may be even more important to us: William had a special name for Ethel: “Snookie.”

Jennifer: Oh my, the name from his journals.

Karen: Yes. We’ll want to look at each of those entries very carefully. There may be important information, or at least clues, in those entries, even if tangential. I know you said they were each short, and cryptic.

Jennifer: I’ll do that, this evening. I’ll let you each know what I find out, in the morning.

Christopher: Good. In the meantime, I’ll want to check on William’s records for 1929, if there are any. If he gave Ethel a fair sum, there might have been a legal record, even if the bank records are no longer available… or especially if it was paid in cash or bonds, or something like that. Thank you, Karen. This at least gives us something to go on. Was there anything else?

Karen: No, I think that was all. It was striking, however, how strong the memory was for Virginia when she talked about it. She became visibly upset, and I had to excuse myself and end the conversation. Also, I cannot believe they never heard from Ethel, again. Those were certainly different times.

[To be continued - next Friday]

"May everyone have a homeplace, if only in your mind."

Dr. Bill  ;-)

Episode 17 - Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace, January 1999

Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

January 1999

This series of posts on each Friday, moving forward during 2016 will continue the stories of “The Homeplace Saga” series of family saga, historical fiction families in the area of Oak Springs following the novel “Christmas at the Homeplace,” which ended as 1997 began. Earlier, we have seen the community move from January 1997 through December 1998. We are now in January of 1999, in episodic serial format…

Episode 17 - Christopher; Tuesday morning…

{From the close of Episode 16 - Bruce Randolph speaking:

“I have an interest in the Bevins Trust and the McDonald Conservancy of which you are probably not aware. My mother, Ethel, was a sister of Mildred McDonald Bevins, and I am here to claim my half of the inheritance of her estate.” Randolph said this with no change of expression.}

Christopher maintained his calm exterior, but inside, his mind and his guts were churning. “That is certainly an interesting revelation, to be sure. You understand, of course, that the family, the Bevins Trustees, will not accept that claim on your word, at face value?”

“Of course.” Randolph allowed a hint of a smile to show on his face. “Were you aware there was a sister?”

Christopher took just a moment to gather his thoughts. “Not personally, no. But, I was not involved back in 1986-87 when Mildred Bevins died and the Trust was created. I was still in high school. My father was the family attorney at that time. I am confident that those kinds of issues would have been carefully considered then.”

“Well, I can assure you that it is true. She died, in New York, shortly after I was born, and never had the opportunity to return to Missouri to claim her birthright. I am now here to do that.” The smile was gone. A look of fierce determination took its place.

“What factual documentation are you prepared to offer us, Mr. Randolph, to substantiate your claim? That would, of course, be our first request. Your name is not even Bevins. But I assume you also have an explanation for that. Perhaps a birth certificate with your mother’s name on it? That would be a good place to start.”

“I don’t have that with me, today. I first wanted to establish whether you would take my claim seriously, or if you would try to throw me out of your office.”

He seemed sincere in saying that, Christopher observed. “This office, I, adhere to the rule of law… and documentation. My current ignorance of facts you claim I actually see as useful, at this point. I have no prejudice one way or another. I’ll look at your documentation; listen to the rest of your story. I’ll check with the family, examine documentation we have in the files here, and we’ll see where it leads us. That is my approach. Is there anything more you’d like to share with me at this point?”

“No. I’ll give you some time to take this in, and talk to the family. I’ll return on Thursday morning. Will that work for you?”

“That will work well, Mr. Randolph. I’ll look forward to seeing you then.”

Bruce Randolph rose from his chair, and left the office.

Christopher sat at his desk, following Randolph’s departure with his eyes. He wondered to himself, “What proof does he have? What documentation do we have? What will happen next?”

Joan’s appearance at his doorway brought him back to the present. “Good. Joan, we have work to do.”

[To be continued - next Friday]

"May everyone have a homeplace, if only in your mind."

Dr. Bill  ;-)

Episode 16, January 1999 - Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

Life in Oak Springs, the Homeplace

January 1999

This series of posts on each Friday, moving forward during 2016 will continue the stories of “The Homeplace Saga” series of family saga, historical fiction families in the area of Oak Springs following the novel “Christmas at the Homeplace,” which ended as 1997 began. Earlier, we have seen the community move from January 1997 through December 1998. We are now in January of 1999, in episodic serial format…

Episode 16 - Christopher, Tuesday morning…

The new day did not spare Christopher the foreboding feelings of the previous day. Coming into the office, earlier, the temperature had been near freezing and it felt damp, but there was no precipitation, thankfully. Each day in this Ozarks mountain valley could bring changes in the weather, but this wasn’t a day of change. It was more of the same.

Sometime mid-morning, a buzz from Joan brought Christopher back to the present moment from where ever his mind had been, certainly not here. “There is a Bruce Randolph out here. He is not on your schedule. He says he wants to talk to you about the McDonald Conservancy.”

Those words put Christopher on full alert. He took a deep breath. “Please bring him to my office.” His thoughts included, “No more waiting for another phone call.”

Joan was followed into Christopher’s office by a man in a dark business suit, late fifties, early sixties, grim expression, salt and pepper hair, dark eyes. Joan said, “This is Christopher Ogden.”

“Bruce Randolph,” he shook Christopher’s extended hand, without changing expressions, and took the chair he was offered in front of Christopher’s desk.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Randolph?” Christopher had seated himself behind the desk, and maintained a calm demeanor to match that of Randolph. He was not able to read anything from his visitor’s personal appearance to give a hint as to his intentions. He waited for Randolph to speak.

“Am I correct that you are the attorney for the McDonald Conservancy?”

“Yes, our firm represents the McDonald Conservancy.”

“You also represent the Bevins Trust, which is primarily responsible for the McDonald Conservancy?

“Yes, we represent the Bevins Trust. The Bevins Trust has a relationship with the McDonald Conservancy.” Christopher was impatient to understand where this was going, but remained calm, and answered each question Randolph asked.

“I have an interest in the Bevins Trust and the McDonald Conservancy of which you are probably not aware. My mother, Ethel, was a sister of Mildred McDonald Bevins, and I am here to claim my half of the inheritance of her estate.” Randolph said this with no change of expression.

[To be continued - next Friday]

"May everyone have a homeplace, if only in your mind."

Dr. Bill  ;-)