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The Mask--Her Persona

The Mask--Her Persona


Have you seen her without her mask--her persona?
The pain-filled lines of age lying underneath from years of failed relationships?

Her downcast eyes with an overflow of tears she cannot contain when no one is looking her way?
Her broken heart, pieced back together like a puzzle, that once held love but dares not trust again for fear of shattering?

Do you care? Do you really care?
Or are you content to view the mask--the persona--she portrays to fool all who surround her but do not know her?

Have you heard her laugh, a laugh too loud to deafen the screams of her heart?
Have you noticed she tries too hard to please the undeserving people around her to earn the recognition she craves?
Have you seen the loyalty expressed to so-called friends who could care no less for her efforts?
Have you observed the goodness of her spirit when others are in need?

Do you care? Do you really care?
Or are you content to view the the mask--the persona--she portrays to fool all who surround her but do not know her?

Francene Hopkins
Copyright 7/22/2023

My Grandfather William Jesse (Hoppy) Hopkins

William Jesse (Hoppy) Hopkins

When Lizzie, Jesse's mother died, his father George left Jesse with a Choctaw family for 5 years. Jesse was listed as stepson on the 1900 Indian Choctaw rolls. Jesse learned and spoke the Choctaw language fluently.
They lived at Enterprise, Oklahoma, near Stigler.  Mr. Hopkins [Hoppy] told us the story of how George had taken him back and was going to beat Mr. Hopkins [Hoppy]. As the story goes, Jesse was driving a team of horses pulling a wagon behind George’s wagon.  Jesse got off and George did not know, as he was too far ahead of Jesse. This was when he left home for good. He was 14 years old, and this is when he started caring for himself. George was a very mean old man. They each had a load of watermelons. They could not sell all of them, so they were taking them back home to feed to their hogs, but Jesse gave some melons to a man alongside the road, and it made George angry. George said he was going to beat him when they got home. Jesse wrapped the reins around the brake handle and got off the wagon. The horses followed George's wagon home. Jesse ran away and was gone for 3 years before he ever went back to see George.



Hoppy is holding Wayne Hopkins. W.J. "Jay" Hopkins standing behind chair.

Clarence Jesse Hopkins, 013113-022498

Daddy's Military Service, 1942-1945


I am in the process of verifying this story with National Archives.org.
Years 1942-43 appear to be missing and may have been destroyed in the 1973 fire.

Posted this to Hopkins Tribal History on FB, a private family group:

WWII

This story, as told to my brother and me by our cousin, Johnny Wayne Gallaher, with whom our dad confided. Johnny served in the U.S. Marines in Vietnam, so he and dad had a common connection, death of their military brothers and sisters. My brother, Clarence David Hopkins, served in the U.S. Navy during Vietnam, but dad confided in neither him nor me. We think it was too sensitive a subject for him to talk about with his own kids. We are grateful to Cousin Johnny for sharing this story after our dad's death in February 1997.

My dad, Clarence Jesse Hopkins, served in the U.S. Navy during World War II from 1942-45. Fold3 records show he was assigned to the USS CYRENE and USS VARUNA during 1944-45. There is no evidence of these two ships having been bombed or involved in battle; however, records show one of the ships collided with another US Navy ship; minor damage and no injuries. He went to GI school in Walters, Oklahoma, and received the South Pacific Campaign Bar. His outfit was 4th Specialist Sea Bees. He joined after the start of WWII in October or November 1942. Dad had told Johnny that If they [the Navy] were short of tail-gunners, you could volunteer. He served 18 months in Guadalcanal, 6 months in Okinawa, and the remainder of his time in between those two ports. [Fold3 records show his ships docked as far as the northeast Atlantic coastal port of New Jersey and as far as the Pacific western coastal port of San Francisco, California.]

While anchored at port in Guadalcanal, the crew was unloading 50 gal. drums of gasoline when they were bombed.

"Your dad's ship and a couple of others were at the dock being unloaded when they were hit. He jumped into the water to get away from the fire, and being a good swimmer, he swam to shore. He heard all the yelling and screaming of the others that were in the water. He saw a row boat and he got that and would row out to get whoever he could. Their skin was rolling off their bodies, but he would load them up and take them back to shore.
"The commander of one of the other ships was the one who ask him who had done that [rescued his shipmates], and that is when he said that he didn't know.
"[When cousin Johnny] ask him why he didn't say something [to the commander], because he would have gotten a medal for what he had done, your dad said, 'They don't give medals out when you abandon ship without being ordered to!' He was NOT going to take that chance!"

The “chance” he couldn’t take was the loss of the monthly allotment sent to his mother to support her and his siblings. 

In 1946 Dad returned home on an aircraft carrier and was discharged in San Francisco, California.
Also, Johnny said that Dad saw an ammo dump bombed and that it blew for almost a week.

Additional information about WWII (copied from Wikipedia):

November 1942—United States Marines rest in the field during the Guadalcanal campaign.
Date : 7 August 1942 –
9 February 1943 [Note that these dates are the ones missing from Fold3 records.]
(6 months and 2 days)
Location: Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands
Result: Strategic Allied victory
Beginning of Allied Offensive Operations in the Pacific

Corn on the Cob

Corn on the Cob


I think dinner was okay last night, at least bro didn't reach for the peanut butter and bread. We had pan fried pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, pan-fried breaded squash, and corn on the cob.

Every time I have corn on the cob, I'm reminded of a time when the kids were little and we went home to visit my parents on their small farm in Comanche, Oklahoma. Driving up to the house, I saw a beautiful, green, luscious field of corn.

I told Daddy that my mouth was watering for an ear of corn and could we have some for dinner. He said (as he was laughing), "Well, sister, I planted that corn for the hogs and cows, but if you want some, go out there and pick some. It's not sweet corn, but it's good." He continued to laugh. We didn't have corn on the cob for dinner. I wasn't going to eat hog food! That's for sure!

We did have fried okra, squash, and tomatoes from Mama's garden, which eased my disappointment, but I never forgot the sight of that cornfield. The stalks must have been six-feet tall, or taller, and a beautiful green, a forest, really. As a kid, I could have gotten lost in that forest and eaten my fill of corn...if only it were sweet corn and not hog food.

Butterflies and Flowers

Butterflies and Flowers


Butterflies and flowers
Gliding and flowing to gentle breeze
Her countenance as roses in continuous bloom
Sending sweet aroma to tease
Her beautiful eyes consume all
As her precious heart seizes
All who surround her

Butterflies and flowers
Dancing gleefully through the air
Love as generous raindrops
Gentle showers
Curiosity, desirous freedom lending to flight
Mounting hopeful preservation of family
The one with blue eyes and flowing blonde hair
Seeking justice; patiently awaiting final judgment
Restoration

Butterflies and Flowers
To whom God's favor flows
A lovely and precious mother
wife
sister, daughter
A blessing so generously bestowed
And carefully placed close to our hearts
To share
To love
To protect and preserve unity
Harmony

Francene Hopkins
1-16-2014 (c)
Revised 1-17-2014

Written for and dedicated to my daughter, Lisa Michelle O'Rourke Pilant



Beauty Tip No. 2

Beauty Tip No. 2


Painting Your Face! Drag out all of your beauty items and arrange them on your artist pallet if you have one, if not, use your dressing table top. You will need, from left to right, sandpaper, putty, and a variety of paint colors. I prefer the wilder, brighter colors to make me “look” alive. Tools needed include putty knife, electric buffer, and real, horse hair painter’s brushes (cheap brushes cause streaking). There is no need to remove your face from your head for this procedure, unless you really need to take a closer look at those wrinkles and age spots to ensure they are sufficiently filled and covered with putty. First, wash your face, whether it needs it or not! Sand the rough edges and squirt a little putty in the wrinkles (better than Botox!). Sand again…just because. Apply paint with the appropriate sized paint brush (big brush for big mouths!). Line the eyes and lips with a smaller, thinner paint brush, being careful not to seal them shut. Dab on the blush on the cheek bones, and you’re good to go! Yes, you will resemble a painted flower pot! Nothing like a fresh coat of paint to make a girl feel special.

September 25, 2012
Francene Hopkins

Beauty Tip No. 1

Beauty Tip No. 1


Removing Wrinkles. Detach face from head and place it neatly on the ironing board. Carefully press the eye area. The eye area is much more delicate than the rest of the face and undo pressure could cause permanent wrinkling of the tissue. Also, when pressing the lips, use gentle pressure, as they need to appear plumped, so spritz a little water to rejuvenate them prior to pressing. You may notice that the unwanted hair on your upper lip will be singed from ironing and will disappear altogether once you apply your beauty cream. Shoot! Just dunk your entire face in the beauty cream jar before reattaching it to your head! I do!

Jacks

Jacks!


One of my Bowden classmates suggested we get together and play jacks. I'm not so sure I could play jacks on the floor. First there's the getting down there. Second, the getting back up (I would need assistance or a hoist of some sort). Third, my hands are almost always cold as ice, so bouncing the golf ball on the floor and swooping up the number of jacks I'm supposed to would be a challenge to say the least. Fourth, flipping the jacks could prove to be disastrous! Think about it! I would lose half (or more) of them when I flipped them into the air, and who knows what they would hit and break once they go flying through the air! Plus, there would be the risk of stepping on one of them in my bare feet. How about a game of Monopoly? Spades? Blackjack? Poker? I'm not any good at these games either, but I don't think I would get hurt or break things with cards. The dice? Hummmm...maybe not Monopoly.

Francene Hopkins
Saturday, October 6, 2012

Leo the Lion-Hearted Mop Dog

Leo the Lion-Hearted Mop Dog

Everything was going fine. I made salmon for dinner, pan fried in a little olive oil, pepper and lemon. No amount of talking would convince my bro it is good for him. That's when he started looking for his leftover prime rib from Logan's Steakhouse...half of which I had fed to Leo the mop dog! Bro's jaw dropped when he saw the piece remaining, and I knew I had to confess. I know God is forgiving of my mistakes, but bro prayed to God to help him hide the bodies of those he needs to take care of (I guess Leo the mop dog is in trouble, too!). I pray that God will grant my bro a forgiving heart. Leo loves prime rib!


May 16, 2013

The Window you have Opened

The Window you have Opened


You have given but a small window
To look into your life.
Yet I long to be a part
To share
To give and receive love
To swell my heart with pride
Standing beside you
Rejoicing your accomplishments.

But I peek through the small portal of your life
The window you have opened
Awaiting a door so I may enter
Awaiting …while I watch as days go by
As you pass from childhood to adulthood.

Francene Hopkins
November 17, 2012 ©