Hi readers. When Keith and I were kids in Portales in 1954, a boy named Harold Hodges ran around with us a little. For some reason we called him Winkie. Keith and I discussed him sometime a while back and he knew Winkie a long while after I lost track. Winkie was one of the really honest-to-goodness poor kids we knew. Hardscrabble farm kid out in the sand hills off the Clovis highway.
I knew his dad died in the mountains deer hunting in 1955, I remembered that. And I remembered his mom became a bootlegger to make a living in alcohol-dry Roosevelt County.
Anyway, I was remembering an incident on the school grounds involving Winkie, Keith and I getting into one hell of a lot of trouble with a teacher named Mrs. Tate. The meanest teacher I ever had, maybe the meanest woman I ever encountered this lifetime, though she had stiff competition on both avenues.
But Winkie, Keith and I made her cry. On the other hand, thanks to her I didn’t learn long division until a quarter-century later. It wasn’t an even trade, but it was the best three 4th graders could do given the resources available.
Anyway, I did a websearch for Harold Hodges, then Winkie Hodges. Just curious. All I came up with was an obit for a name I’d encountered several years later when I lived in Borger, Texas. Small world. Winkie was still alive in 1998, still in Portales, and they were still calling him Winkie.
Abbie G. Friend
BORGER – Abbie G. Friend, 85, died Monday, Nov. 2, 1998.
She married Deane Friend in 1975 at Borger. She was preceded in death
by a son.
Survivors include her husband; three sons, Wayne Vaughan of Mission,
Jack Vaughan of Pryor, Okla., and Gerald Vaughan of Long Beach,
Calif.; three brothers, Volly Hodges of Friona, Teet Hodges of
Roswell, N.M., and Winkie Hodges of Portales, N.M.; seven sisters,
Lorene Cunningham of Lubbock, Lois Hill of Odessa, Bernice Alexander
and Natoma Reigle, both of San Antonio, Geraldine Farmer of Ozark,
Ark., Maggie Rae Gibbs of Silver City, N.M., and Lena May Gibbs of
Portales, N.M.; seven grandchildren; and 12 great-grandchildren.
The family suggests memorials be to the Women’s Abuse Center.
Sooooo. Bound to be a story worth knowing why the family wanted memorials sent to the Women’s Abuse Center, but it didn’t have anything I could discern to do with Winkie Hodges. Just Coincideneces trekking around roping and branding everything in sight.
Anyway, Winkie’s dad died of a heart attack early in life, but I think he might still be alive. I didn’t find an obit on him, anyway. If I ever figure out I’ve got enough heart left to travel I think I might try to look him up or find his gravestone.