I recently spoke to my cousin Kathy Wyler. She told me that she had written a short story about the disappearance of our uncle Olen Payne Wood in the past. She said that she would try to find me a copy. She and her husband Phil Wyler have moved several times in the last couple of years and are now living in Abilene, Texas close to family members. Kathy will be 91 on the 31st of March. She was born in Africa of missionary parents.
Kathy wrote me a letter of about 5 pages that indicated she could not find the original story she had written but she described what she knew of Olen’s disappearance. I will let her tell you what she told me:
Dear, dear Cuzin Charles: Grandmother Wood’s story of Olen inspired me to write “A Family Resemblance”. This will be highlights of things she told me:
One day we were going through her trunk. (I was in lst grade in Loraine, Texas – about 7, I guess at the time; so you will imagine my story, to my way of thinking may sound like a fairy tale). Grandma had bought a piece of land in Blanket, Texas from the Houghton family. (At that time Olen, Jimmy, Zelma, Mayma and Bessie were still at home and moved with Grandma everywhere).
Lizzy Houghton was about 14; she and Olen fell in love. Lizzy’s brother had a bunch of wild friends. On the Houghton Place there was a very “nice” storm cellar. “Tom” Houghton gambled and drank with Olen and friends down there. Our family had always known this. (Uncle Jimmy’s experience with Olen were probably a large part of this).
Since Grandpa Wood had died, I’ve often thought Grandma looked up to Olen to “head the family”.
About dusk one evening “Tom” Houghton and friends showed up with horse and wagon. Bessie saw them down the road. She grabbed the shotgun and ran to the attic, which had a window right over front porch (true story).
As it turned out, Houghton demanded Grandma give him the deed to her land (she had not paid it off yet in full). Our precious angel Grandma Wood gave him the deed and promised to move. (She didn’t know where Olen was that night).
Then “Tom” caught his little sister Lizzy with Olen kissing out in the barn. He beat up Olen and told him if he touched his sister again, he would kill him. That night Olen told Grandma he was having to leave for awhile and would write. Of course we know he never did.
In the 1940’s when Zelma, Jeannie, Kathryn and Grandma Wood were living on the Hill in Abilene, Texas there was a bit of scary news paper article about some human bones found in a cave near Loraine. Uncle Jimmy in California wanted to investigate but Grandma said “no”.
Lizzy Houghton and 2 daughters came to ACC to College. They lived a few blocks from us. They went to church with us. Never spoke, recognized or visited. Zelma never made any moves either. Grandmother grieved silently.
Charles, some day, I hope, I’ll find my original. I think this is quite actual. I began the original with Grandmother’s trunk. Olen had given Lizzy a little gold locket watch which Grandma gave me to play with.