Norman M. Goldman
Growing up around the Chapel and the school was quite a learning experience. I learned a lot by listening to the class ahead of me. My favorite subject was math. I enjoyed the spelling contests on Friday afternoon.
When I was thirteen or fourteen, I started playing for the dances, ice cream socials or anywhere else that would pay us a few dollars. We played in Marengo, Eckerty, Paoli, St. Croix or any where else that we were invited. I saved One hundred by the time I was sixteen to buy me a 1929 Ford, two door sedan. The neighbors used to tell mom that I was going to hell for sure, playing for dances, drinking and driving that old Ford as fast as it would go. We used to race every Saturday night side by side from Marengo to English. It's a wonder we were not all killed. I thought I was hot stuff owning a car.
I went to work in Logansport State Hospital when I was sixteen years old. I told them that I was seventeen so I could get the job. I worked there till I was seventeen then married one of the nurses by the name of Elaine. I joined the Navy and served three years. Our daughter Liz was born a couple years before I got out of the Navy. Our son, Jim was born in 1948. I worked for Merchants Freight Systems in Terre Haute, Indiana for about three years. "Shock" Roberson also worked there.
I then started working for a glass company in Terre Haute installing glass in windows and doors. I got a promoted to the position of estimator. Later, I went on the road as a salesman in Illinois. In 1966 I started my own glass company in Robinson, Illinois known as, "Norm's Glass and Paint Inc.". In 1972 I opened another store in Effingham, Illinois. In 1975 I opened a third store in Mt. Vernon, Illinois. In 1979 I opened another store back in Terre Haute. I sold all the stores Illinois stores in 1982. I operated the store in Terre Haute until selling it in 1992. I have just bought it back this past summer because the man I sold it to had a stroke. I felt and obligation to help them out so, I am back in business again. It seems that I just don't know how to retire.
My wife, Elaine passed away in December 1999 with the terrible disease of A.L.S. We were married for 57 years. We had a wonderful life together. Giving her up was really tough, but getting back in business will be good for me, I hope. Our daughter, Liz teaches school in Robinson, Illinois. Our son, Jim lives in Pensacola, Florida and does work all over the country as a Designer and Decorator. I have one grandson who is a Golf Course Architect living in Toledo, Ohio.
After thoughts; I know this story was never told, because I was afraid to tell anyone. There used to be a big cave in Long Hollow that you could ride a horse into. I sat on to top of the hill and watched them ride in on horses. Dad said not to tell any one because they were making counterfeit money. One night they blew up the cave and supposedly the moneymaking equipment was left behind. The entrance was blown away and to get in you had to drop straight down about thirty feet on a rope. I remember "running" our traps on the way to school. Once in a while there was a skunk in the trap and I was not the best smelling person in the school. No wonder I couldn't get a girl. Ha
Jackie Lee Goldman
I was born in the home of my Parents, Grady and Helen Goldman in the Union Chapel area. We lived on a farm about one and a half south of the Roberson School. I had two brothers, Noval (deceased) and Norman, who lives in Terre Haute, Indiana.
As far my memories of school and church, they seem to elude me. I'm sure that if I could sit down and talk with you about them, they would all come back to life. Probably when I read your memories, I'll say, "Yeah, I remember that". When I was young I had a severe case of "underlin fever", and run a fever of one hundred and five for one and a half weeks. One of the good things that I do remember was having Paul and Sam Mills as neighbors. I would eat at their house then go home and eat again. Of course they would eat at our house too. We spent a lot of time playing together when we were kids.
At the age of nineteen, I went to Denver where my older brother Noval lived and was there for about a year, then had to return to Indiana because of the draft. I did not pass my physical for the draft because of bad eyesight in one eye. It was at this time that I met Beatrice Seaton in the month of May. We were married on December twelfth, nineteen and fifty-three. This December we will celebrate our forty-seventh wedding anniversary.
We lived on the farm with my mother and dad for two or three months, then we moved to Terre Haute, Indiana. We lived there for a year or two, and then moved to Denver, Colorado. We lived there for nineteen years and that is where our three children were born: Ann, Jeffery and Paul. In December of nineteen and seventy-three, my brother Norman and his wife Elaine visited us and found out first-hand what a time we were having with the schools. All three of the children were in different schools, because this was when they were busing children from one neighborhood to another. The children didn't want to leave their part of town and ride the bus for a half hour or longer to go to another school.
The end result of this was fights and bomb threats to the schools. Norm and Elaine called us in January and ask us if we would like to come to Robinson, Illinois to work for him in the Glass Business. We thought about it and in March I flew back to Robinson for a week to check out everything. Bea and I made the decision that we would get the children out of Denver and move to Illinois. We put our house up for sale and it sold in April of seventy-four. We packed up and headed east to Illinois.
Norm found us a home just outside of the city limits with three acres of ground. Bea and I were brought up in the country so we had to convert our city-raised children to the country life. To start with, we bought a cow and a calf; Bea's sister in Floyd Knobs gave the children some bantam chickens. Our property had a big barn and a small chicken house on it. We planted a big garden and the children worked like they always had done this. Our city born children were now finding what country life was like and they loved it. We feel that it made them better children to move back to Illinois and get a taste of country living.
Norm sold the business in nineteen and seventy-three. Jack stayed on and worked for the new owner for a while. Then we both found work and stayed at Robinson for two more years. In the mean time, all three of the kids had grown up and moved to the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
Ann found out about a job in Buxton, NC that needed a husband and wife team to manage a motel. We flew down, interviewed and got the job. This was in May of nineteen and seventy-four and by the end of June, we had moved here and opened up the Motel on July first. We have been here twelve years in July and are still learning something new everyday. You can never figure out the public. We have met some wonderful people. Most of our business is repeat customers; therefore a lot of them are about like family.
Now about our children: Ann is the only one married, and she and her husband have two daughters. Our grand daughter Amy is twenty-one and in college. Our other grand daughter Kim is fifteen. Her mother, Ann, has been home-schooling her for three years. Ann is also in college plus, she has her own business in Travel and Tourism. Jeff works for Dare Building and Supply and has been with them for twelve or thirteen years. Paul is manager of Napa Auto Parts and does mechanical work on the side. Living on the Outer Banks can be a challenge sometimes, especially during hurricane season. Usually there is plenty of advance warning for you to get prepared or to evacuate. Every time you go to the ocean you can always see something different. It's ever changing. Summer can be very hot and humid; winter can be cold, but seldom do we have snow. It is migration time now for a lot of birds. On Pea Island the Sound is full of Tundra Swans and Canadian Snow Geese-a beautiful sight.
I do hope this has filled in the gap from a lot of years ago up till now. Maybe we will be able to get the Chapel Gang together again soon, before we get too old to motivate. In the mean time, greetings to you all Jack and Bea Goldman P.O. Box 400 Buxton. NC 27920
Howard Ray Goldman
Howard Goldman's Memory of living in the Union Chapel area and going to the Roberson Grade School was that is was a close knit family affair, every one was related in some form. If anyone was in trouble or needed help in anyway, there was always someone willing and able to help them. I think that I attended the Roberson School until the fourth grade, and then we moved to New Albany where my Dad had employment at the Jeff Boat Works during the war. We were there about two years, and then we returned back to the Chapel area. Dad purchased the George Miller farm. Later, he sold the farm and we moved to Grantsburg where I finished grade school.
Everyone in the Chapel area always had a good time working together and helping each other in the summer and fall. In fact, it was the whole year around, putting out the crops in the spring, and then working the fields in the summer and harvesting the crops in the fall.
They always had big dinners at each farm during the threshing season. I think Grady Goldman did all the threshing of the wheat, oats and corn. The young people always did their share of the work but had fun doing so. Halloween was always a good time. We all tried to visit each family in some shape of form. If we didn't show up they would be a little disappointed. Ha. So, we tried to keep everybody happy.
I remember when hunting season came around each year. We would take our dogs and hit the woods at night traveling for miles in the hills. We really didn't catch much, but we had a good time eating apples we had in our pockets and finding wild grapes and hickory nuts that we also feasted on. Eugene Hammond, my brother Bob and I went out one frosty night to the old Baldwin farm skunk hunting. As luck would have it, we found one crossing the field so we decided to catch it by hand. Needless to say, we never got hold of it, but got close enough so that Eugene got to kick it and boy, we got it! It was cold and frosty. When we got back to the Hammond house, Rosie met us at the door and made us strip off our stinking clothes and sleep in the shed The next morning we got up and put the same clothes back on and decided to head to the school house to get the stove going for everyone's arrival. The heat really brought out the smell of our last nights adventure. Mr. Wallace Myler decided that maybe we needed to take the day off. Ha.
Eugene had a two wheeled cart that we hooked the old gray mule up to and headed out to the watermelon patch up the road. We could cover a lot of territory in that outfit. We could always find ways to amuse ourselves, even with Oscar's long green tobacco. Ha. I haven't been able to chew since. Ha. It was strong stuff.
We attended the Union Chapel Church. Sunday was a special day. Everybody turned out for they knew that some body would be having a big chicken dinner or something after church. Either we invited some body home with us or some body invited us home with them. Those chickens seemed to know when Sunday came. They scattered all over the farm you didn't go to the freezer to get one. You had to chase him down to get your Sunday dinner. It was good eating, fresh from the farm. (Howard Goldman)
Robert Gene Goldman
I was born just south of the Union Chapel Road where we lived just off Highway thirty-seven. My Father and Mother's names were, Shelby and Lola Goldman. I had one brother named Howard and one sister named Carol. I married Mary Sue Jackson from Sulphur. Her Mother, Nellie, was one of the teachers at Roberson School. We have one son named Michael and a daughter named Tammy; both of our children live in New Albany. We have one grandson, Erik, who lives in Corydon and one grand daughter, Alyssa, who still lives at home.
I remember going to Roberson School some before World War two and some after. We moved to New Albany during the war where Dad worked at Jeff Boat Defense Plant where they built LST Boats for the Government. After the War, we moved back to the George Miller's farm just about one-half mile west of the Roberson School. Sometimes we walked to school and sometimes we rode the bus. I remember playing all the games that we played during noon and recess. We got pretty good at shooting marbles and spinning tops. We also tapped some sugar trees in the church house hollow while at school. I still remember Oscar Hammond's school bus route with his mules and wagon.
In nineteen and fifty Dad sold the farm and we moved to Grantsburg. After we moved there I attended the two-room school at Grantsburg. Then I went on to graduate from the High School at English. While attending high school I swept the floors daily and built fires at the Grantsburg School for sixteen dollar a month. Our family attended the Union Chapel for years before the war and after. We would walk from our home on highway thirty-seven to the church. We also attended Vacation Bible School in the Summer time with G.R. Husk or Roberta Postal Wright being in charge. We also had a part in the Christmas programs each Christmas. Roberta would also come to the school each Friday morning and tell us some Bible stories. We also sang some songs and memorized some scripture verses.
Harley Hanover and his wife came to the Church quite often to preach and sing; they usually went home with someone for Sunday dinner. Some body was always inviting someone else to go home with them for dinner. We got a lot of visiting done that way plus we got a good dinner. The "Chapel Boys", about ten of us, always hung around together on Sunday afternoon. We would walk to Kellam's store in Grantsburg to play rook or stop by the swimming hole and play in the water. Sometimes we would go to somebody's barn and have a corn cob fight. After we got older, some of the boys got an old Model A or Chevy car, then we could go a little farther and include Sulphur, English and Marengo. We always had a good time and no one ever got into serious trouble. Thanks to our families church and school. These are just a few of my memories of the "Good Old Days".