This will be a special page for anyone that wants to share some old memories or stories about growing up on Curry Road and especially around the WG Curry homestead.
Robert Donald and Kay Curry have been able to create the restoration and Jane and I have been blessed to do the work. For several months Jane and I have been labeled "those people" by most of the Curry, Cope and other clans. Now we have met more Curry people and I think we are part of the group. So, you be part of the program and feel free to send us some stories, pictures, drawings or anything that you think others may want to share in remembering this old house.
The following is an example of what we're hoping for, its from David Cope and really appreciate his input.
Keep'em coming
It was fun coming by and seeing what “those people” have being doing to the old house. Now that we know who “those people” are, we welcome Carl and Jane into the Curry Clan. I hope I can remember a lot of the stories and times we experienced there.
I was born in 1948 and am the youngest of the four Cope kids. We moved from the little house down the road into Warren when I was five so Dad could be closer to the lumber mill where he worked. We referred to the home place as “over home” or “ over in the country” when we talked about visiting. Jerrilyn and I would visit Uncle G and Aunt Erma several times each summer and stay about a week each time we came. We would switch back and forth between Uncle G’s house and Uncle Coke’s house during the stays. I can still remember the little green hardboard suitcase we used to carry our clothes in. Mom and Dad would regularly drive “over in the country” for a Saturday or Sunday afternoon visit.
Emmett Green Curry was my grandfather and we referred to him as Papa Curry and our grandmother (Winnie) as Mama Curry. They both died before I was born and I never had the honor of meeting either. There were five sons, (Faye, Coke, W.G., Ralph, and Arthur) and one daughter ( Floy,my mother) in the family. Since Mom was the only daughter in the family, she was always called “Sister” and I can’t remember any of the Curry Clan ever calling Mom by her real name. Robert Donald is actually our third cousin and I believe his grandfather and Papa Curry were brothers. On some of our visits I would occasionally get to “hang out” with Robert Donald’s younger brother Johnny even though he was a grown man.
Well, the sun is up over the trees and I hear the garden calling, so I’ll close for now. Thank you so much for what you’re doing for our old home place.
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