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| Name |
Estol Vernon Bass [1] |
| Suffix |
Jr. |
| Born |
29 Jul 1918 |
Indiana, USA  [1] |
| Gender |
Male |
| Race |
Negro [1] |
| Reference Number |
7937 |
| Residence |
1930 |
Brazil, Clay, Indiana, USA [1] |
| Age: 11; Marital Status: Single; Relation to Head of House: Stepson |
| Person ID |
I7937 |
Families |
| Father |
Estol Vernon Bass, Sr., b. 14 Aug 1895, Brazil, Clay, Indiana, USA , d. 25 Oct 1937, Missouri, USA (Age 42 years) |
| Relationship |
natural |
| Mother |
Hazel E Robinson, b. 17 Mar 1901, Trimble, Athens, Ohio, USA , d. 19 May 1976, Brazil, Clay, Indiana, USA (Age 75 years) |
| Relationship |
natural |
| Married |
28 Nov 1917 |
Brazil, Clay, Indiana, USA |
| Family ID |
F2666 |
Group Sheet | Family Chart |
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| Notes |
- Indianapolis Recorder,Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 January 1941
JUST AN INDIANA BOY I guess I’m just a country boy, And I guess I’ll always be. There’s pleasure and work for every one here,' / But Ohio is no place for me. Although there’s great high buildings. Many factories and the lake. It doesn’t compare in any way, To my old Hoosier state. I miss that Hoosier scenery, And the folks that I knew there. I miss their smiling faces. And the smell of country air. I know now how that Hoosier felt. When he was on the roam. The one who wrote the song entitled, My Indiana Home. From the words he used while singing, I’m sure he felt the same as I . You just can’t get used to another state. No matter how hard you try. Although I’m up here working, And a new life to me begins. It’s not as good as my home town, And my Indiana frienls. I miss the gang I worked with, And the gang I ran with too. And here I have no mother. I may tell my troubles to. I miss R. J.’s little restaurant , My relation and the rest. I miss the kids I used to tease. And have them call me pest. (P.B.) I miss the Terre Haute friends I had, , And regardless how hard I tried. I could never forget the ones I knew, That lived on the eastern side. I used to sit on the corners there, And jokes we boys would tell. I miss all this, and tell the truth, Old Indiana’s swell. - -'f * * One may not be continued there, But take heed to what I say. You never realize what Indiana means, * Until you get away. Here, whether I am walking or riding And many people meet. They’re not half as friendly as Hoosiers are. For these folks never speak. I haven’t been to the capitol yet. But I don’t care, for thus: I know it couldn’t be, as swell to me. As the city of Indianapolis. I never read the latest news. For inside me isn t space. Except news from Indiana, And my Indiana race. The reason I speak of this paper. To you, is in order You taay know there’s none better printed. Than The Indianapolis Recorder. Everv. time I think of the night I left I could just kick myself. Then ! ask myself, why was it me Instead of some one else. But I am here, and that is that. But hope both day and night. That I may get along up here. And everything comes out right. I guess I’m just an Indiana boy. In the state called Ohio. But here’s one thi,ng, I want my friends. All over Indiana to know. When I get back to the Hoosier state, . With my two sons and wife. Yon can bet your boots that I’ll /stay there, “The balance of my life.” Written by Brazil. Ind.Boy: - in Ravenna.” Ohio: - -“Vernon Estol Bass”
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- [S160] 1930 United States Federal Census, Ancestry.com, (Name: Ancestry.com Operations Inc; Location: Provo, UT, USA; Date: 2002;), Year: 1930; Census Place: Brazil, Clay, Indiana; Roll: 581; Page: 2B; Enumeration District: 0001; Image: 6.0; FHL microfilm: 2340316.
Record for Vernon Bass
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