Individual Details
Florence Aline Prouty
(6 Mar 1919 - 8 Feb 2002)
"... my sister in Houston who is 3 years older than I, and lived in Jackson nearly all her married life. I moved to Missouri when I was not quite eighteen. I live there from then on with the exception of the times the boys and I went to wherever Richard was stationed during WW11. He wanted to keep us all with him as long as he was in the States, so when we could find a place to live, we were with him.
I lived in Missouri with my husband and three sons at the time [of her father's death]. I had lived in Mo. ever since a year after I married, so I never did see any of the Hughes family and of course my grandfather was already dead before I was born. So no help on Frances. My Daddy was a half brother to Charles William, but I never actually met any of Daddy's family except Aunt Cecelia who lived in Meridian. We went to see her a couple of times that I recall. And she came to Jackson.
There are only two of my family still living. My sister Evelyn, Sheila's mother who lives in Houston, and Me in Dallas. We were both raised in Jackson, Miss. She is 85 and I am 82, and after our husbands died, we moved to Texas to be near our children. My son who is an author, lives just out of Gulf Shores, Al. He has a home on the beach down there. My youngest son owns a business here in Dallas, and is apt to stay here, so my husband wanted me to move here to be near Phillip if he died first. He died in 1996, so I moved here a few months later.
..my author son Dickey, as I have always called him, [thought] it would be nice if I wrote my autobiography. I told him nothing in my life would be of interest to anyone. He insisted on me doing it though, and so I finally did. When I finished it, I thought it was just too long, so I decided to rewrite it and shorten it some. I started out to do that, and kept remembering things that had happened that I had not mentioned in the first draft, and when I got through with my rewrite, it was four or five pages longer than the first one. Needless to say I gave up and let it stand as it was then. I ran it off on the printer and then Phil took it to his office and made them all copies of it. So they now have my life story, such as it was. I have one grandson here in Dallas that is so interested in family history, he has a copy of both mine and my husbands, and he even read my autobiography. He is only in his twenties and it is surprising to see a young man his age who is interested in such things.
My kids here in Dallas have a home out about two hours from Dallas on a lake. It is a beautiful place, and they love to go out there on the weekends. They are both having a fit for me to go with them this Holiday weekend. I don't really want to go to the trouble of getting all my things together, and making sure I have enough medication to last for four days. I just would love to stay right in my apartment and keep quiet for the weekend. I told them once a month was more than enough for me to go over there. They both work hard all week, so they are ready for a boating and jet skiing weekend. They have two grown sons who live at home and who really enjoy the weekend over there too. They don't like the idea of me being here all alone for the days they will be gone. Of course they have become very protective of me since I had to make two trips to the hospital with my heart. I now have a pace maker, and the Drs. have been working to try to get both it and the medication to work together. But I am doing OK and I wish they would go ahead and enjoy their lake house without worrying whether I am lonely, or need help. My goodness, if I need help I can call 911 and they make so many trips to this place they could be here almost before I hung up the phone. I still drive my car and take myself to the doctor, and to get my groceries and medicine both at the same big store. So I do fine on my own. So far I don't get confused even on taking so many pills. I had gotten so used to counting out the pills for my husband when he was ill for so long, that is second nature to do it for myself."
I live in Mesquite Tx. which of course is a suburb of Dallas. Phil lives in Rowlett, also a suburb, and it only takes me about 15 to 20 minutes to drive to their home. But two hours to the lake, so they won't let me drive that either. They insist my going with them.
Pauline and my oldest sister Tina Mae were pals at one time Evelyn told me. I didn't even know that. But of course Tina Mae was quite a bit older than I. As a matter of fact her first child, Frank Jr. was only two years younger than I. I have a picture of him and me sitting on the edge of the gold fish pond at the Baptist Orphanage in Jackson, Ms. When I first started to school, we live across the street from the orphanage, and I used to play with some of the children when they would be playing outside. I remember those children as happy and well adjusted, dressed as well as any one else, and certainly were at least sent through High School before they were released from the orphanage. It seems to me that was a better system than the one they have today, sending children to foster homes, and breaking up families that should be allowed to stay together. But I guess they had their reasons.
I made a pot of soup and took it out to Phil and Marty. It was a zesty vegetable-beef and tomato soup. I thought I took enough for Sonjia to have some tomorrow too. You know sometimes when you are sick, nothing else tastes very good. Sonjia went to work today. She works from 3:PM to 11:30 PM. It is usually midnight by the time she gets off though. I tried to get her not to go in today because she is still sick and on biotics. But she said they were so short handed and she was off Memorial Day and was still sick on Tuesday and Wednesday, and felt like she almost had to go in today. Phil and Marty loved the soup, and said they had been trying to think of something that sounded good. When I called and told them I was bringing out some soup, I don't think they were all that enthused at first. But after they tasted it, they went wild over it. Sonjia called while I was there, and they both talked to her and told her about it, and Phil told her he had tried to save some for her, but it looked like Marty was going to finish it off. Marty talked to her and said her would save her some if she wanted him to, but she told him not to save it just go ahead and eat it. Phil said neither he nor Marty had eaten hardly anything for about three days now, and that soup just hit the spot for both of them. Of course I use all fresh vegetables that I peel and cut up myself, even cut some corn off the cob to put in it. So even though it is a little hot to even think of soup, when you are sick that is about all that sounds good. Especially with a sore throat, which is what they had.
I lived in Missouri with my husband and three sons at the time [of her father's death]. I had lived in Mo. ever since a year after I married, so I never did see any of the Hughes family and of course my grandfather was already dead before I was born. So no help on Frances. My Daddy was a half brother to Charles William, but I never actually met any of Daddy's family except Aunt Cecelia who lived in Meridian. We went to see her a couple of times that I recall. And she came to Jackson.
There are only two of my family still living. My sister Evelyn, Sheila's mother who lives in Houston, and Me in Dallas. We were both raised in Jackson, Miss. She is 85 and I am 82, and after our husbands died, we moved to Texas to be near our children. My son who is an author, lives just out of Gulf Shores, Al. He has a home on the beach down there. My youngest son owns a business here in Dallas, and is apt to stay here, so my husband wanted me to move here to be near Phillip if he died first. He died in 1996, so I moved here a few months later.
..my author son Dickey, as I have always called him, [thought] it would be nice if I wrote my autobiography. I told him nothing in my life would be of interest to anyone. He insisted on me doing it though, and so I finally did. When I finished it, I thought it was just too long, so I decided to rewrite it and shorten it some. I started out to do that, and kept remembering things that had happened that I had not mentioned in the first draft, and when I got through with my rewrite, it was four or five pages longer than the first one. Needless to say I gave up and let it stand as it was then. I ran it off on the printer and then Phil took it to his office and made them all copies of it. So they now have my life story, such as it was. I have one grandson here in Dallas that is so interested in family history, he has a copy of both mine and my husbands, and he even read my autobiography. He is only in his twenties and it is surprising to see a young man his age who is interested in such things.
My kids here in Dallas have a home out about two hours from Dallas on a lake. It is a beautiful place, and they love to go out there on the weekends. They are both having a fit for me to go with them this Holiday weekend. I don't really want to go to the trouble of getting all my things together, and making sure I have enough medication to last for four days. I just would love to stay right in my apartment and keep quiet for the weekend. I told them once a month was more than enough for me to go over there. They both work hard all week, so they are ready for a boating and jet skiing weekend. They have two grown sons who live at home and who really enjoy the weekend over there too. They don't like the idea of me being here all alone for the days they will be gone. Of course they have become very protective of me since I had to make two trips to the hospital with my heart. I now have a pace maker, and the Drs. have been working to try to get both it and the medication to work together. But I am doing OK and I wish they would go ahead and enjoy their lake house without worrying whether I am lonely, or need help. My goodness, if I need help I can call 911 and they make so many trips to this place they could be here almost before I hung up the phone. I still drive my car and take myself to the doctor, and to get my groceries and medicine both at the same big store. So I do fine on my own. So far I don't get confused even on taking so many pills. I had gotten so used to counting out the pills for my husband when he was ill for so long, that is second nature to do it for myself."
I live in Mesquite Tx. which of course is a suburb of Dallas. Phil lives in Rowlett, also a suburb, and it only takes me about 15 to 20 minutes to drive to their home. But two hours to the lake, so they won't let me drive that either. They insist my going with them.
Pauline and my oldest sister Tina Mae were pals at one time Evelyn told me. I didn't even know that. But of course Tina Mae was quite a bit older than I. As a matter of fact her first child, Frank Jr. was only two years younger than I. I have a picture of him and me sitting on the edge of the gold fish pond at the Baptist Orphanage in Jackson, Ms. When I first started to school, we live across the street from the orphanage, and I used to play with some of the children when they would be playing outside. I remember those children as happy and well adjusted, dressed as well as any one else, and certainly were at least sent through High School before they were released from the orphanage. It seems to me that was a better system than the one they have today, sending children to foster homes, and breaking up families that should be allowed to stay together. But I guess they had their reasons.
I made a pot of soup and took it out to Phil and Marty. It was a zesty vegetable-beef and tomato soup. I thought I took enough for Sonjia to have some tomorrow too. You know sometimes when you are sick, nothing else tastes very good. Sonjia went to work today. She works from 3:PM to 11:30 PM. It is usually midnight by the time she gets off though. I tried to get her not to go in today because she is still sick and on biotics. But she said they were so short handed and she was off Memorial Day and was still sick on Tuesday and Wednesday, and felt like she almost had to go in today. Phil and Marty loved the soup, and said they had been trying to think of something that sounded good. When I called and told them I was bringing out some soup, I don't think they were all that enthused at first. But after they tasted it, they went wild over it. Sonjia called while I was there, and they both talked to her and told her about it, and Phil told her he had tried to save some for her, but it looked like Marty was going to finish it off. Marty talked to her and said her would save her some if she wanted him to, but she told him not to save it just go ahead and eat it. Phil said neither he nor Marty had eaten hardly anything for about three days now, and that soup just hit the spot for both of them. Of course I use all fresh vegetables that I peel and cut up myself, even cut some corn off the cob to put in it. So even though it is a little hot to even think of soup, when you are sick that is about all that sounds good. Especially with a sore throat, which is what they had.
Events
| Birth | 6 Mar 1919 | Jackson, Hinds, Mississippi, United States |  | ||
| Marriage | 24 Feb 1936 | R Richard Vaughan | |||
| Residence | 1998 | Mesquite, Dallas, Texas, United States | | ||
| Residence | 2001 | Dallas, Texas, | | ||
| Death | 8 Feb 2002 | Rowlett, Dallas, Texas, United States |  | ||
| Burial | Garden of Memories Cemetery, Sikeston, Scott, Missouri, United States |
Families
| Spouse | R Richard Vaughan (1914 - 1996) |
| Child | Living |
| Child | Living |
| Child | H Thomas Vaughan (1940 - 1991) |
| Father | Charles Gordon Prouty Sr. (1873 - 1950) |
| Mother | Nonnie Genoa Hughes (1877 - 1976) |
| Sibling | William Francis "Frank" Prouty (1896 - 1974) |
| Sibling | Daniel Walter Prouty (1899 - 1987) |
| Sibling | Tina Mae Prouty (1901 - 1990) |
| Sibling | Lyman Edward Prouty (1902 - 1991) |
| Sibling | Charles Gordon Prouty Jr. (1906 - 1982) |
| Sibling | Cephus Hughes Prouty (1908 - 1991) |
| Sibling | Austin Stephen Prouty (1910 - 1993) |
| Sibling | Eunice Genoa Prouty (1914 - 1999) |
| Sibling | Evelyn Maude Prouty (1916 - 2009) |
Notes
Death
Florence Aline Vaughan, 82, of Rowlett, TX, formerly of Sikeston, MO, died Feb. 8, 2002, at the Lake Point Medical Center in Rowlett.She was born March 6, 1919, in Jackson, MS, and on Feb. 24, 1936, she married Richard Vaughan who preceded her in death on Jan. 13, 1996.
Also preceding her in death were one son, Thomas Vaughan on May 5, 1991; and eight brothers and sisters.
Survivors include: two sons and daughters-in-law, Robert and Ruth Vaughan, and Phillip and Sonja Vaughan; one daughter-in-law, Ann Vaughan; one sister, Evelyn Reynolds; and eight grandsons and four great-granddaughters.
Visitation was at Ponder Funeral Home in Sikeston, where services were scheduled.
Burial followed in Garden of Memories Cemetery in Sikeston.
Feb 12, 2002 Sikeston Standard Democrat
Sent: Friday, February 08, 2002 9:54 AM
Subject: FLORENCE ALINE VAUGHAN
MY MOTHER DIED THIS MORNING FRIDAY, 8TH AT 10:00 AM.
SHE DIED WITH FAMILY AT HER SIDE.
SHE HAD BEEN VERY SICK FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, AND FOR THE LAST WEEK OF HER LIFE SHE WAS AT MY HOME SURROUNDED BY FAMILY.
SHE WILL BE MOVED TO SIKESTON , MO. TO PONDER FUNERAL HOME.
VISITATION WILL BE ON MONDAY, AND HER SERVICE WILL BE ON TUESDAY
MORNING.
WE ALL LOVED HER, AND WE WILL ALL MISS HER. GOD BLESS HER, AND GRANT HER PEACE.
HER SON,
PHILLIP
Endnotes
1. Vaughan, Alice (Prouty)., Memoirs from Aline Prouty Vaughan. (Emails May 2001.).
2. Wyborny, Sheila., Family history on Nonnie Hughes descendants. (Houston, TX: Sheila Wyborny,
3. Vaughan, Alice (Prouty)., Memoirs from Aline Prouty Vaughan. (Emails May 2001.).