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Margaret Horn turning 101
By Loretta Cozart
Margaret Horn has seen a lot in her 101 years in Kings Mountain. “I feel like Methuselah,” she said in an interview with the Herald last week. “It is hard to believe that I am 100 years old and about to be 101.”
Margaret was born on March 20, 1922, in the family’s home at 220 Walker Street, to Arthur Wright Huffstetler and his wife Doshia Ella Dover Huffstetler. Together the couple would have 10 children: Howard, Arthur “Lucio”, Jacob, Margaret, Ernest, Juanita, Kermit, Bobby, Corrie, and William. Margaret has outlived all her siblings.
When she was a young child, Margaret lived on Walker Street and then the family moved to 108 Lackey Street during her later childhood. She attended First Baptist Church (before the split), Second Baptist Church, and Oak Grove Baptist Church during her lifetime.
When asked what kids did for fun, she said, “We jumped rope in the street and played hide and seek after dark. As children, we also sang a song called ‘Go in and Out Your Window, Go in and Out Your Window.’ Then we would kneel in front of ‘our lover’,” she said laughing.
Margaret’s older brother, Jake, was the clown of the family, so much so he would get into trouble at Central that would often result in him leaving school after being sent out into the hall during class. Margaret was sometimes sent home with notes for her parents about Jake, and he would get into trouble. “He got lots of whippings. After a while, I stopped giving those notes to my parents,” she confessed.
“We didn’t have a cafeteria at school back then, so we walked home for lunch. Sometimes, when we walked back to school, a train would be blocking the railroad crossing on Piedmont Avenue. We would have to crawl under the train to get back to school,” she said. “I finished ninth grade at Central.”
In those days, school extended through 11th grade, but students were not required attend. “For a time, I worked at Pauline Mill. My daddy, Wright Huffstetler, was a Loom Fixer,” she said.
Margaret explains what young people did for fun, “Teenagers would gather at a friend’s home that had a piano and sing. I could play the piano by ear. On days when we didn’t sing, we would walk over to the Old Waterworks Park on Gantt Street and swim. Sometimes, we’d walk downtown and go to Summers Drug Store for banana splits. They had the best banana splits. We went to town as much as we could.”
A big smile comes across Margret’s face when she speaks of her husband, Holland A. Horn. She explains how they met. “He had a friend who had a car, and the boys would drive by our house and flirt with us girls. Once there were a bunch of girls at a house across the street from my parent’s home, and we flirted with the boys when they drove up and down the road.”
Holland must have made a big impression on Margaret because they married when she was 17 years old. Holland’s parents lived in Nebo, down Waco Road. “Before we married, we had gone to their property and picked out where we wanted to build our house. His parents wanted us to live with them, but we wanted a house of our own. Holland’s family were carpenters, so they helped us build our house for $500.”
By 1941, World War II had begun, and Margaret’s life got a lot harder. My brother Jake (Jacob Columbus Huffstetler) went into service at the beginning of the war, and he was the first boy from our section to die.”
“Less than a year after he joined the Navy, seventeen boys from his ship went into town and a big storm came up. They were trying to get back to the ship, USS Gherardi, on a small boat, when it flipped over, and all the boys were lost on December 10, 1942. Jake hit his head on a rock and drowned. It took three weeks to get him home and we buried him at Bessemer City Memorial Cemetery. He recently had his picture made and the negative was in his shoe, so we have a photo. He left behind a wife in Bessemer City and their daughter, Becky, who was just six-months old.”
Husband Holland was also called up to serve and he participated in the Battle of the Bulge and was a Squad Leader. “He served two years,” Margaret shared. When asked what life was like while he was gone, she said, “It was a difficult time, we had two sons, Don who was older and Arnie (Arnold) who was six-months old. We lived with my parents for a time.”
She went on, “When it was time for Holland to come home, I watched the paper and knew when his ship was going to dock. I remember waiting up for him at home. Our house was between two creeks, and I heard him when he got out of the car. I ran to meet him on the bridge to our house; it was a happy homecoming,” she said. Margaret was just 24 years old.
Together, Margaret and Holland had three children, Donald, Arnold (Arnie), and Saundra. Holland died early, and Margaret became a widow. “Dad died in 1963, daughter Saundra shared. “Mom, had good jobs and she did well.”
But life threw the family another challenge in 1990 when son Arnie needed a heart transplant. “I had read about heart transplants using pig’s valves and watched television shows about it. But I never imagined one of my children would ever need that. That surgery added 21 years to his life, and I am thankful for it. He lived to be 63-years old. Progress surely is amazing!”
Margaret remembers a lot about Kings Mountain in her lifetime. “I remember when Central burned, and we had to go to West School in the morning and then to Central until 5 p.m. My favorite teacher was Miss Gussey Huffstetler. I also had a good friend named Irene Gladden, and her daddy was John Gladden.”
“I remember seeing President Hoover and then when President Roosevelt drove through town. People really did turn out for the presidents back then,” she said.
She also remembers a funny story about shopping at Pauline Store, “Once I had a big piece of silver with a hole in it when I was young. I tried to use it to buy a doll. That didn’t work,” she laughs.
She also remembers shopping at Robert’s Store, Gault Brothers Grocery, and Bridges TV. Downtown, she remembers Sterchi’s, Lawyer Davis’s office, Griffin’s Drug Store, Fulton’s, Home Savings & Loan, Kings Mountain National Bank, Belk’s, Summers Drug Store, Plonk’s, and Cooper’s Furniture.
“Those were sure the good old days, back then,” Margaret said with a smile.
Margaret Horn has seen a lot in her 101 years in Kings Mountain. “I feel like Methuselah,” she said in an interview with the Herald last week. “It is hard to believe that I am 100 years old and about to be 101.”
Margaret was born on March 20, 1922, in the family’s home at 220 Walker Street, to Arthur Wright Huffstetler and his wife Doshia Ella Dover Huffstetler. Together the couple would have 10 children: Howard, Arthur “Lucio”, Jacob, Margaret, Ernest, Juanita, Kermit, Bobby, Corrie, and William. Margaret has outlived all her siblings.
When she was a young child, Margaret lived on Walker Street and then the family moved to 108 Lackey Street during her later childhood. She attended First Baptist Church (before the split), Second Baptist Church, and Oak Grove Baptist Church during her lifetime.
When asked what kids did for fun, she said, “We jumped rope in the street and played hide and seek after dark. As children, we also sang a song called ‘Go in and Out Your Window, Go in and Out Your Window.’ Then we would kneel in front of ‘our lover’,” she said laughing.
Margaret’s older brother, Jake, was the clown of the family, so much so he would get into trouble at Central that would often result in him leaving school after being sent out into the hall during class. Margaret was sometimes sent home with notes for her parents about Jake, and he would get into trouble. “He got lots of whippings. After a while, I stopped giving those notes to my parents,” she confessed.
“We didn’t have a cafeteria at school back then, so we walked home for lunch. Sometimes, when we walked back to school, a train would be blocking the railroad crossing on Piedmont Avenue. We would have to crawl under the train to get back to school,” she said. “I finished ninth grade at Central.”
In those days, school extended through 11th grade, but students were not required attend. “For a time, I worked at Pauline Mill. My daddy, Wright Huffstetler, was a Loom Fixer,” she said.
Margaret explains what young people did for fun, “Teenagers would gather at a friend’s home that had a piano and sing. I could play the piano by ear. On days when we didn’t sing, we would walk over to the Old Waterworks Park on Gantt Street and swim. Sometimes, we’d walk downtown and go to Summers Drug Store for banana splits. They had the best banana splits. We went to town as much as we could.”
A big smile comes across Margret’s face when she speaks of her husband, Holland A. Horn. She explains how they met. “He had a friend who had a car, and the boys would drive by our house and flirt with us girls. Once there were a bunch of girls at a house across the street from my parent’s home, and we flirted with the boys when they drove up and down the road.”
Holland must have made a big impression on Margaret because they married when she was 17 years old. Holland’s parents lived in Nebo, down Waco Road. “Before we married, we had gone to their property and picked out where we wanted to build our house. His parents wanted us to live with them, but we wanted a house of our own. Holland’s family were carpenters, so they helped us build our house for $500.”
By 1941, World War II had begun, and Margaret’s life got a lot harder. My brother Jake (Jacob Columbus Huffstetler) went into service at the beginning of the war, and he was the first boy from our section to die.”
“Less than a year after he joined the Navy, seventeen boys from his ship went into town and a big storm came up. They were trying to get back to the ship, USS Gherardi, on a small boat, when it flipped over, and all the boys were lost on December 10, 1942. Jake hit his head on a rock and drowned. It took three weeks to get him home and we buried him at Bessemer City Memorial Cemetery. He recently had his picture made and the negative was in his shoe, so we have a photo. He left behind a wife in Bessemer City and their daughter, Becky, who was just six-months old.”
Husband Holland was also called up to serve and he participated in the Battle of the Bulge and was a Squad Leader. “He served two years,” Margaret shared. When asked what life was like while he was gone, she said, “It was a difficult time, we had two sons, Don who was older and Arnie (Arnold) who was six-months old. We lived with my parents for a time.”
She went on, “When it was time for Holland to come home, I watched the paper and knew when his ship was going to dock. I remember waiting up for him at home. Our house was between two creeks, and I heard him when he got out of the car. I ran to meet him on the bridge to our house; it was a happy homecoming,” she said. Margaret was just 24 years old.
Together, Margaret and Holland had three children, Donald, Arnold (Arnie), and Saundra. Holland died early, and Margaret became a widow. “Dad died in 1963, daughter Saundra shared. “Mom, had good jobs and she did well.”
But life threw the family another challenge in 1990 when son Arnie needed a heart transplant. “I had read about heart transplants using pig’s valves and watched television shows about it. But I never imagined one of my children would ever need that. That surgery added 21 years to his life, and I am thankful for it. He lived to be 63-years old. Progress surely is amazing!”
Margaret remembers a lot about Kings Mountain in her lifetime. “I remember when Central burned, and we had to go to West School in the morning and then to Central until 5 p.m. My favorite teacher was Miss Gussey Huffstetler. I also had a good friend named Irene Gladden, and her daddy was John Gladden.”
“I remember seeing President Hoover and then when President Roosevelt drove through town. People really did turn out for the presidents back then,” she said.
She also remembers a funny story about shopping at Pauline Store, “Once I had a big piece of silver with a hole in it when I was young. I tried to use it to buy a doll. That didn’t work,” she laughs.
She also remembers shopping at Robert’s Store, Gault Brothers Grocery, and Bridges TV. Downtown, she remembers Sterchi’s, Lawyer Davis’s office, Griffin’s Drug Store, Fulton’s, Home Savings & Loan, Kings Mountain National Bank, Belk’s, Summers Drug Store, Plonk’s, and Cooper’s Furniture.
“Those were sure the good old days, back then,” Margaret said with a smile.