l to r: brothers Scott and Waymon Putnam Williams. |
WAYMON PUTNAM
WILLIAMS
bio by his daughter, Marguerite Williams Blackwelder
Waymon was born to Henry Clinton Williams and Angeline Frances Putman on February 26, 1893 at the Medina River
place or the Pleasanton Road
property. He was named for his uncle Wayman (with an "a") who
fought in the Civil War, and died soon after, as a young man. The name has been
carried down to the fourth Waymon Putnam Williams.
Wayman Williams, Born May 27, 1845, Died June 14, 1867, Aged 22 years & 18 d's. |
He worked with his father until he was scheduled to be in
the next draft during World War I, which ended before he was called.
Through mutual friends, he met and married Jennie Marie
Collins on October 7, 1917 in San Antonio, where they lived until late summer of
1931 in the Los Angeles Heights area. They had four children:
Virginia Ruth (Yantis), Waymon Putnam, Jr. (who was know as Doy in the Oak
Island community), Marguerite Elizabeth Blackwelder, and Bernice Norris (Kinney).
When his work was ended with The Railway Express Company
during the Depression, he went back to dairy farming when the family moved to
Oak Island to a house on the Hummel place, about a half mile west of Oak Island
Church and school for a year. After that, they moved to the Taft Ranch, way
south off the Applewhite Road, where they lived for a short time before moving
to a house on the Neil property near Neil and Pleasanton roads.
He was well
known as a good trainer of horses to saddle.
He enjoyed hunting and fishing, and was a good swimmer. One night, while fishing with friends, in
preparation for a big community fish fry on the Medina, he hooked a huge cat fish, hiding under an outcropping of rocky bank. He eventually got in the water and wrestled it out with another man or two keeping
the line taut. It is easy for me to
remember as it was noted that it weighed forty-two pounds, one pound more than
Bernice, who was six years old.
It was from the Neil
Road place that Jennie Marie took the girls, and
moved to San Antonio
to live with her recently widowed and frail father. To her worry and sorrow but understanding,
Waymon, Jr. at 13 years, out of loyalty, chose to stay with his father. Waymon, Jr. and Marguerite attended Oak Island
and Thelma schools, and the family attended Oak Island Methodist Church
during those years. With middle and high
schools too distant, and no transportation, Ruth lived with relatives and
friends and went to schools in San
Antonio during those years.
Those are the years of the life of my father with which I am
familiar. I do not know if he chewed tobacco
when we lived in town, but know he did the years we lived in the country. He and Waymon Jr. continued to live and farm
in the area, and after he procured a pick up truck, he had a business of
collecting milk from various farms and taking it to the Knowlton Creamery on Fredericksburg Road.
He came to see us occasionally, and
Bernice and I spent a week with him during a couple of summers. (It was one of those summers, when visiting
the Ralph Watson’s down the road that I saw and heard my first phonograph
player. They probably had numerous
records but the one that amazed me was the one that played what seemed a
child’s record, The Little Rock Candy Mountain.)
After about ten years after separating, Waymon and Jennie Marie divorced, and
he married Mollie Schmidt. They bought
and farmed land at Cibolo, where he died at home of a sudden heart attack on
September 29, 1959. He is buried in Coker Cemetery,
San Antonio.
He left numerous descendants, some of whom, with cousins
have enjoyed researching their genealogies, and get together as often as possible.
By Marguerite E. Williams Blackwelder August 2009
Waymon Putnam Williams at a birthday party |
I only remember meeting Waymon Putnam Williams once. I believe we went to his farm to ride horses. A bee flew up one of my pants legs and stung me just as I got up on the horse. I don't remember if we went riding after that or not. I remember he had sheep or goats in a pasture and he told my brother Keith and I that we could keep one if we could catch it. They were too fast for us and we were not able to catch one. Brian Kinney
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