Son of Henry Job and Martha Jane Lane Foxworth. A farmer who lived as an adult within walking distance of his siblings who were also farmers. He married Carrie "Blanche" White the day after Christmas in 1920.
"My father and mother were Herbert and Blanch Foxworth. I have been told we were poor, but no different than many others during the thirties and forties depression times, but I've always felt we were rich in love. Me and my brothers, H. C. and Clarence grew up in a very loving home. Mother and Daddy were devoted to each other and showered us with love and attention.
Daddy would bring mother bouquets of dogwood and holly from the woods behind the house. We worked together as a family on the farm and were blessed to have a Christian home where mother and daddy taught us right from wrong.
Daddy also taught us about nature. We would sit on the porch after supper listening to the night sounds, crickets, July flies, owls and whip-poor-wills. We would run to catch the lightning bugs. He and mother would take us to pick the first wild violets blooming, where earlier there had been patches of tall broom straw which we cut to make brooms to sweep the house. We would cut canes in the woods for brooms to sweep the yards which was our job after school on Fridays. We had family outings after our chores were done. We'd go huckleberrying with our little buckets (and get red bugs) but the good part was when mother put the hot berry pie on the table!
My Dad loved to hunt and fish. When he planned a trip to Cypress Creek River we got up long before day break to pack a picnic and the fixings for cooking on the riverbank the fish that we caught. We had so much fun with cousins and friends and playing "make-up" games.
My dad was a quiet and gentle man. His being the oldest of seven children, he took over helping his mother with the farm after the death of his father. When he and mother got married they lived in a tenant house on the section of the farm that was divided among the brothers and sisters. The house was later torn down and Dad and his brothers and friends built the now standing house. I remember at his death, Pastor Paul Batson of Marion Baptist Church saying my dad was truly a "country gentleman" and a man who loved God and believed in prayer. He always got on his knees to pray and was asked at family gatherings to offer the blessing at meal time. He would remind us that God sent the sunshine and rain to make the crops grow.
Sunday was the day of rest from farm work. We would go to church at the Marion Baptist Church in town and in the afternoon we went to New Life Church while it was still there. We were taught at an early age to tithe, even when it was only pennies, to give to God. He and mother taught us to respect them and our elders, to say sir, mam. thank-you, please, etc. I am happy to look back and appreciate these teachings.
My parents had fifty years of happiness together and are buried in New Life Cemetery along with family members. I count my blessings for being their daughter and the experience of growing up on "the farm" we all loved. I have always been proud of my name and heritage." - Audrey Foxworth Blanton
"My father and mother were Herbert and Blanch Foxworth. I have been told we were poor, but no different than many others during the thirties and forties depression times, but I've always felt we were rich in love. Me and my brothers, H. C. and Clarence grew up in a very loving home. Mother and Daddy were devoted to each other and showered us with love and attention.
Daddy would bring mother bouquets of dogwood and holly from the woods behind the house. We worked together as a family on the farm and were blessed to have a Christian home where mother and daddy taught us right from wrong.
Daddy also taught us about nature. We would sit on the porch after supper listening to the night sounds, crickets, July flies, owls and whip-poor-wills. We would run to catch the lightning bugs. He and mother would take us to pick the first wild violets blooming, where earlier there had been patches of tall broom straw which we cut to make brooms to sweep the house. We would cut canes in the woods for brooms to sweep the yards which was our job after school on Fridays. We had family outings after our chores were done. We'd go huckleberrying with our little buckets (and get red bugs) but the good part was when mother put the hot berry pie on the table!
My Dad loved to hunt and fish. When he planned a trip to Cypress Creek River we got up long before day break to pack a picnic and the fixings for cooking on the riverbank the fish that we caught. We had so much fun with cousins and friends and playing "make-up" games.
My dad was a quiet and gentle man. His being the oldest of seven children, he took over helping his mother with the farm after the death of his father. When he and mother got married they lived in a tenant house on the section of the farm that was divided among the brothers and sisters. The house was later torn down and Dad and his brothers and friends built the now standing house. I remember at his death, Pastor Paul Batson of Marion Baptist Church saying my dad was truly a "country gentleman" and a man who loved God and believed in prayer. He always got on his knees to pray and was asked at family gatherings to offer the blessing at meal time. He would remind us that God sent the sunshine and rain to make the crops grow.
Sunday was the day of rest from farm work. We would go to church at the Marion Baptist Church in town and in the afternoon we went to New Life Church while it was still there. We were taught at an early age to tithe, even when it was only pennies, to give to God. He and mother taught us to respect them and our elders, to say sir, mam. thank-you, please, etc. I am happy to look back and appreciate these teachings.
My parents had fifty years of happiness together and are buried in New Life Cemetery along with family members. I count my blessings for being their daughter and the experience of growing up on "the farm" we all loved. I have always been proud of my name and heritage." - Audrey Foxworth Blanton
Son of Henry Job and Martha Jane Lane Foxworth. A farmer who lived as an adult within walking distance of his siblings who were also farmers. He married Carrie "Blanche" White the day after Christmas in 1920.
"My father and mother were Herbert and Blanch Foxworth. I have been told we were poor, but no different than many others during the thirties and forties depression times, but I've always felt we were rich in love. Me and my brothers, H. C. and Clarence grew up in a very loving home. Mother and Daddy were devoted to each other and showered us with love and attention.
Daddy would bring mother bouquets of dogwood and holly from the woods behind the house. We worked together as a family on the farm and were blessed to have a Christian home where mother and daddy taught us right from wrong.
Daddy also taught us about nature. We would sit on the porch after supper listening to the night sounds, crickets, July flies, owls and whip-poor-wills. We would run to catch the lightning bugs. He and mother would take us to pick the first wild violets blooming, where earlier there had been patches of tall broom straw which we cut to make brooms to sweep the house. We would cut canes in the woods for brooms to sweep the yards which was our job after school on Fridays. We had family outings after our chores were done. We'd go huckleberrying with our little buckets (and get red bugs) but the good part was when mother put the hot berry pie on the table!
My Dad loved to hunt and fish. When he planned a trip to Cypress Creek River we got up long before day break to pack a picnic and the fixings for cooking on the riverbank the fish that we caught. We had so much fun with cousins and friends and playing "make-up" games.
My dad was a quiet and gentle man. His being the oldest of seven children, he took over helping his mother with the farm after the death of his father. When he and mother got married they lived in a tenant house on the section of the farm that was divided among the brothers and sisters. The house was later torn down and Dad and his brothers and friends built the now standing house. I remember at his death, Pastor Paul Batson of Marion Baptist Church saying my dad was truly a "country gentleman" and a man who loved God and believed in prayer. He always got on his knees to pray and was asked at family gatherings to offer the blessing at meal time. He would remind us that God sent the sunshine and rain to make the crops grow.
Sunday was the day of rest from farm work. We would go to church at the Marion Baptist Church in town and in the afternoon we went to New Life Church while it was still there. We were taught at an early age to tithe, even when it was only pennies, to give to God. He and mother taught us to respect them and our elders, to say sir, mam. thank-you, please, etc. I am happy to look back and appreciate these teachings.
My parents had fifty years of happiness together and are buried in New Life Cemetery along with family members. I count my blessings for being their daughter and the experience of growing up on "the farm" we all loved. I have always been proud of my name and heritage." - Audrey Foxworth Blanton
"My father and mother were Herbert and Blanch Foxworth. I have been told we were poor, but no different than many others during the thirties and forties depression times, but I've always felt we were rich in love. Me and my brothers, H. C. and Clarence grew up in a very loving home. Mother and Daddy were devoted to each other and showered us with love and attention.
Daddy would bring mother bouquets of dogwood and holly from the woods behind the house. We worked together as a family on the farm and were blessed to have a Christian home where mother and daddy taught us right from wrong.
Daddy also taught us about nature. We would sit on the porch after supper listening to the night sounds, crickets, July flies, owls and whip-poor-wills. We would run to catch the lightning bugs. He and mother would take us to pick the first wild violets blooming, where earlier there had been patches of tall broom straw which we cut to make brooms to sweep the house. We would cut canes in the woods for brooms to sweep the yards which was our job after school on Fridays. We had family outings after our chores were done. We'd go huckleberrying with our little buckets (and get red bugs) but the good part was when mother put the hot berry pie on the table!
My Dad loved to hunt and fish. When he planned a trip to Cypress Creek River we got up long before day break to pack a picnic and the fixings for cooking on the riverbank the fish that we caught. We had so much fun with cousins and friends and playing "make-up" games.
My dad was a quiet and gentle man. His being the oldest of seven children, he took over helping his mother with the farm after the death of his father. When he and mother got married they lived in a tenant house on the section of the farm that was divided among the brothers and sisters. The house was later torn down and Dad and his brothers and friends built the now standing house. I remember at his death, Pastor Paul Batson of Marion Baptist Church saying my dad was truly a "country gentleman" and a man who loved God and believed in prayer. He always got on his knees to pray and was asked at family gatherings to offer the blessing at meal time. He would remind us that God sent the sunshine and rain to make the crops grow.
Sunday was the day of rest from farm work. We would go to church at the Marion Baptist Church in town and in the afternoon we went to New Life Church while it was still there. We were taught at an early age to tithe, even when it was only pennies, to give to God. He and mother taught us to respect them and our elders, to say sir, mam. thank-you, please, etc. I am happy to look back and appreciate these teachings.
My parents had fifty years of happiness together and are buried in New Life Cemetery along with family members. I count my blessings for being their daughter and the experience of growing up on "the farm" we all loved. I have always been proud of my name and heritage." - Audrey Foxworth Blanton
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