Ola Robinson (Evans) Scott

Ola Robinson was born July 9, 1893, in an old sod house near Freedom, Nebraska which was just a little country store and post office north of Indianola and Bartley Nebraska. Her parents were Emma Bridgford Mackey Robinson and Sanford D. Robinson.
When still a small child, Ola's father took her from her mother and she was adopted by John and Rachael Evans.
Ola had a younger brother, Judd Robinson, who was also taken from his mother, and raised by half sisters from a previous marriage of Sanford Robinson.
Ola never saw her mother again till after she was married to Raymond Scott.
Her half brother Lewis "Link" Mackey and a cousin, Tom Stombeaugh tracked her down, and reunited Ola with her family.
For a more detailed story, in Ola's own words, of her childhood, read Grandma's Story.

When Ola was 14 years old, she suffered from St. Vitus's Dance. A disease caused by the streptococus germ, that causes unceasing, involuntary jerking movements of the body. She had to quit her schooling at that time, and never resumed it.
My mother tells of a period of time in Ola's life when a hiatel hernia caused Ola so much trouble, that the doctors put her on a diet of nothing but baby food for a period of a whole year.
Ola was always ready to help. If someone in the family were canning, Ola would be the one to go help. She played a mean game of 500 rummy, but would always let her grandkids win enough to want to keep playing. Ola crocheted wonderfully. Family members still have tablecloths and doilys made by Ola. Even after having surgery on her eyes for cataracts, having one eye totally removed, and the other operated upon extensively, she continued to crochette baby blankets for great-grandchildren.
Family members can recall no incidence where they ever heard Ola speaking a harsh or vindictive word against another living soul.

The summer of 1984, the year Ola passed, she was 91 years of age and still going out fishing and camping with family. (Grandma still more spunk and vigor at 80 than many of us do at 20 years of age)

Our family has NO information on Sanford D. Robinson. If anyone who sees this can offer any help, we would be grateful.

Family Tree:

Sanford Dick Robinson b. ??? d. ??? buried ???
Emma E. Bridgford b. November 01, 1864 D. 1933 Arapahoe, Ne buried Mt Zion Cemetary, Ne
married: May 29, 1892 Frontier County Nebraska recorded book 1 pg 282

Children of Sanford and Emma:
Ola Robinson (Evans) b.July 09, 1893 Freedom, Nebraska d. August 01, 1984 Rock Springs, Wy buried Rock Springs, Wyoming
Judd C. Robinson b. January 17, 1896 Freedom, Nebraska d. January 24, 1958 Hot Springs South Dakota

Raymond Earl Scott b.October 21, 1891 Leroy, Ill. d.December 27, 1968 Salt Lake City, Utah (buried Rock Springs, Wyoming)
Ola Robinson (Evans) b.July 09, 1893 Freedom, Nebr. d.August 01, 1984 Rock Springs, Wyoming
married: February 21, 1912 Elwood, Nebraska recorded Docket 3 pg 200

Children of Raymond and Ola:
Alva "Rue" Scott March 19, 1915 - May 1929 (heart trouble)
Earl Vernon Scott March 31, 1916 -
Baby Girl Scott 1917-1917 (3 days old)
Mannetta Belle Scott 1918 -
Virgil Fay Scott June 20, 1921 - June 17, 1956
Grace ScottNovember 24, 1922
Baby Boy Scott Sept. 1925 - Sept. 1925 (stillborn)
Roy Scott1927 - Aug. 1929 (mastoids ruptured, pneumonia)
Guy Lewis Scott1929 - 1930 (measles and pneumonia)

Reminiscence By Gladys Schurman Arnett:(granddaughter of Ola)

I took Grandma back to Nebraska in the early 1970's. She went to visit with her sister, Fannie's, children, and some old friends in the area still. We stayed at the home of Cecil Mckinney Callan. I was about 16 years old then, and not nearly as observant as I wish now that I had been.
This was Grandma's third trip back to Nebraska in recent years that I know of. Her daughter Grace and husband Skinny Field had taken Grandma back a few years previous to that, while Fannie was still living and in a retirement center there.
Granddaughter Bonnie Schurman (Hanks) had also made a trip to Nebraska with Grandma before my trip.
Oh, how I wish I had paid more attention to detail. Names, places, roads.
While driving Grandma and one of her friends around, they were joking a great deal. They told an off colored joke. It was, in reality, probably not all that bad, but I had NEVER heard my Grandmother talk like that. I was more embarrassed by those two wonderful 70 and 80 year old ladies than ever I had been by the filthiest of jokes told by piers of my own age!

One jaunt of our trip was to Grandma's home she was raised in. The home of the Evans. On the way, we passed the one-room schoolhouse she had attended as a child, but she showed no interest in stopping there. When we reached our destination, she stood in the front drive for a few minutes, gazing around at the outbuildings.
Eventually, we went inside the old white farmhouse, now vacant for many years.
The home was, if memory serves me correctly, a two story house. The second floor being of the old style "dormer" bedrooms, built in what is now used as attic space in newer homes. Many homes of that style still remain in the Nebraska area.
The living room and parlor seemed very small to me, for some reason. We went on, to the stairway that led upstairs. Grandma's bedroom was the first to the left at the top of the stairs.
The wood was rotting, and great gaping holes to the first floor were visible. A pile of newspapers and magazines were there in the far corner of that room. I "tight-rope" walked on the beams of the floor to get to them. This worried Grandma greatly.
I retrieved several 1899-1917 newspapers, magazines, and publications, hoping to find a "piece of Grandma's past" in them, but alas, there was nothing in them that had anything to do with her.

Grandma, during this time, had remained in the doorway, telling me to come out, before I got hurt. When I did leave the room, instead of touring the rest of the house, as I had hoped to do, Grandma was ready to leave.
I still do not know if her haste to leave was caused by my daring-do, or if memories of the past had overcame her. But leave we did.
Unfortunately, the Nebraska heat overcame me, not being used to that climate, and I spent the rest of the trip, till it was time to drive home, laying in the bedroom, between trips to the bathroom to be sick.
One of Grandmas friends there drove her around to do the rest of her visiting during this trip.

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