Ida Mae (Nix) Handley
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If you stumble into the hidden closes of some persons you are surprised sometimes by the skeletons that rattle or grin at you.
Some are tragic like the Dallasite who, when a friend came to get money he had left for safe keeping, shot.  Some are funny in the distance of the years, such as the venerated, deceased Dallasite who once rode a horse down Main Street attired in a blue ribbon. And some reflect the ear, such as that of Aunt Ida of Garland, formally known as Mrs. Peter Handley.
A pillar of church and town is Aunt Ida, a small lady of 80 who looks younger and seems to have stepped out of a bandbox. She makes people like Mrs. W. H. Bradfield, who helps her husband run the Garland News, marvel, for Aunt Ida hand paints and sells ice tea glasses and china, makes beautiful hooked rugs people come from miles to buy and writes poetry for her own amusement. She organized Garland's first women's club, the Woman's Study Club, and the first garden club, a charter member of the State Federation.
Yet, once she was nearly disgraced.
That was when she was brown-haired, blue-eyed Miss Ida Nix. The year was 1883, she lived on the headright her grandfather had located east of Carrollton in 1845 and she was 17 and marriageable. In fact, she was grown at 15 and her voluminous skirts swept the ground, never, never doing such an immodest thing as exposing an ankle. When horseback, she always rode sidesaddle as did every lady with a skirt that ran to the toes and was so voluminous that in a wind it would never expose a lady's lines. Certainly not.
Thus the background for that spring Saturday of '83 when the mud trail to Dallas had dried the flour in the Nix barrel was down toward the bottom and there was only an inch of coffee beans in the tow sack, the green coffee beans they parched and ground. David Nix and wife had elected that day to go to Dallas and replenish the supply. Since Harrison Nix, 20, her older brother, had already gone to Carrollton, Ida would keep the children and the place.
David Nix drove the wagon up to the stile by the west side of the two-story white house that was built in 1875, that is occupied this day by Mrs. Harrison Nix. There are still some of the cedars in the yard that David Nix dug up down by Cedar Hill, replanted and kept trimmed in balls, a big one at the bottom, a smaller at top, the smaller ones the cardinals built nests in and sat atop like flashes of fire.
As Mrs. Nix crossed over the stile by a big bois d'arc tree, Nix called with additional instructions. "And Ida watch the bees, They might swarm."
Miss Ida nodded and glanced at the twenty-odd white hives westward in the orchard near the first alfalfa field in the county, the alfalfa the bees loved. Then she and the smaller children waved good-by, Minnie, 13, now Mrs. Tom Moore of Cisco; Myrtle, 9, now Mrs. J. E. Southerland of Sulphur, Okla., and little Ethel, 3, now Mrs. H. B. Fisher of Dallas.
The wagon rumbled off along the rough ruts and Miss Ida went about her work. Some time later one of the younger children, probably Minnie, came running. "Ida! Ida! The bees'r swarmin'." Miss Ida's long skirts swished through the house and ot the west side.
The bees certainly were swarming. There had been too many in one hive. A migration was under way to a new home, and a yellow, lower limb of the bois d'arc by the stile had a great, brown blob, a blob that would scare, if not sting, the daylights out of a visitor.
And during that day, Saturday, when the rural young men rode into Carrollton, it was likely that Miss Ida might have a visitor. Yes, very likely. Why did Harrison have to go off ?  And her father, too ?  She had seen them handle bees, and it was not a young lady's work. However, those bees might be lost if not soon hived.
Miss Ida then, as is Aunt Ida now, was of sturdy stuff, the granddaughter of a pioneer of 1845. And she decided to do something about it. A bold something, bolder than many an outright hussy.
Watch the bees, she told Minnie, keep Myrtle and Ethel safe. She hurried into the house, to Harrison's room. She closed the door tight.  Then she put on his old hat with the bee screen, then his coat. Then she got - and her face reddened - an old pair of his pants. Hurried, she got into them, snatched his heavy gloves, and went back outside.
"Ooh," giggled Myrtle, "lookit ...." then suddenly froze at Ida's eyes.
The bees were still there, so she ran to the barn, got a new hive, set it on top the stile, then got a saw and a table. She put the table under the trees and = most unladylike - climed the tree. Gently, she began sawing at the limb; gently, but just as fast as she could. Suppose someone saw here !  Oh !
She was half way through the limb, stopped a moment and - Clippety-clop! Clippety-clop! Up the road from Carrollton was coming a horse !
Should she freeze!  Or get down and run !
Clippety-clop ! Clippety-clop ! The horse and horseman came into view. She was caught. What if he saw an ankle! What if he saw her in pants!
The horseman rode up, a young horseman, as she pulled that hat down, far down, Thank goodness it was big. The horseman stopped near the stile. "Hel-lo," he called to the children and figure in the tree. "Is Miss Ida to home?"
Miss Ida whispered out of a corner of her mouth to Myrtle, et al, "Shhhhh.... if you so much as whisper I'll ...." Then down deep she pulled up a muffled croak, a croak she hoped sounded like a hired man.
"She's not here," she lied, just like Lady Godiva would have lied had you asked her name as she rode by. "She's gone to town."
The horseman went back down the road as Miss Ida sawed furiously. She sped that limb down, held i tnear the empty hive and the bees nicely went in. Then she hurried upstairs, slid out of those terrible pants and sighed deeply.
Her reputation was saved.


The Dallas Morning News - December 10, 1946
Submitted by Edward Lynn Williams

 

OBITUARY

Mrs. Handley's Rites Scheduled

GARLAND, Texas - Funeral services for Mrs. Peter Handley, 97, of Garland, a lifetime Dallas County resident, will be held at 2 p.m. Tuesday in the First Baptist Church of Garland. Burial will be in Garland Knights of Pythias Cemetery.
Mrs. Handley died Monday Morning in Dallas.
She organized the first Woman's Study Club in 1917 in Garland and was honorary president of the club. She was a cofounder of the first Garland Garden Club and active in P-TA work for many years. She was a 65-year member of the First Baptist Church of Garland.
Survivors: a daughter, Mrs. Fern Thompson of Garland; two sons, H. K. Handley of Dallas and Pete Handley of Garland; a sister, Mrs. Homer Fisher of Dallas; three grandchildren, and seven great-grandchildren.


The Dallas Morning News - December 10, 1963
Submitted by Edward Lynn Williams

 

 


IDA NIX HANDLEY
1866 - 1963


PETER HANDLEY
1867 - 1939
 

Garland Memorial Cemetery, Garland, Dallas Co., TX
 

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