James Thomas Hovious. Son of Richard Anderson HOVIOUS and Rebecca CLOYD. Born in Kentucky in February 1878. Married (1) Winifred GARVEY. Divorced. Married (2) Della HART. Separated. Children:
James Thomas "Tom" Hovious died before 1949.
Tom Hovious wrote this poem:
The Old Home
Sometimes in my thoughts and dreams
I wander back to the old home
Where as a boy with rifle and dog
Through the woods I used to roam.
Then I wander through the old box house
Out into the yard
Where with my six brothers and three sisters
We played without getting tired.
Then I wandered down to the old spout spring
And take up the gourd to drink;
And thoughts of dad and mother
Are the sweetest thoughts I think.
Then I wander through the woods
where I used to hunt for game,
And even by the old 'tater cave
Where on a beech I cut my name.
And down to the little brook
Where we used to swim,
And out to the little grave
Where we laid brother Zack and think of him.
Then I wander through the old Knifley field,
Down to the country store,
And see the faces I used to see,
But see no more.
Then back by the old church house
with o'er the pulpit "God is love";
And think of those who wept there,
Years ago, now gone above.
Then I climb the hill to the little schoolhouse
Where I learned to read and write;
And where we had spelling bees
Every Friday night.
Then down the shady path
And across White Oak Creek
Where I went to see my first sweetheart,
Annie Williams, once a week.
Then I call on friends and kin folks
And make a visit every day
To find the old ones dead and gone;
The young ones turning gray.
Forty years has changed things so
It all seems strange to me;
Little children I knew then
Now have families.
All the fields for miles around
Were growing fields of grain;
As I clasp the hands of those I loved
From tears I can't refrain.
The graveled highway down Wilson Hill
And on to Campbellsville
Where I used to go with loads of staves
With my brother Bill.
It was muddy then. We used to stall
And be midnight getting home;
But Mother dear would light the lamp,
saying "Here come Bill and Tom."
Then I remember going with dad
One bright day to preach.
I remember well his text
And the thoughts he tried to teach.
And when I think of all the sorrows
Since forty years have passed,
It renews a desire within me
to hold out to the last.
For Dad and Mother, too, have gone
to be with Zack and Kate.
With death, the last enemy, destroyed,
They for the resurrection wait.
And then I wander to the old room
With the rag carpet made by mother's hand.
Over in one corner I see
The old-time organ stand.
I hear my sister Nannie play it,
And dear old mother sing,
"Cover My Defenseless Head
With the Shadow of Thy Wing."
And, oh, what a sweet thought, with all of us children
with Dad and Mother there
then we would all kneel,
And Dad would offer prayer.
Now we are all scattered,
But no matter where we roam
Let us all try to meet in heaven
Where they wait for us to come.
Thanks to John R. Hovious Jr. and Jim Hovious for this research.
8:55 PM 7/16/03
James Thomas Hovious. Son of Richard Anderson HOVIOUS and Rebecca CLOYD. Born in Kentucky in February 1878. Married (1) Winifred GARVEY. Divorced. Married (2) Della HART. Separated.