Emily & Those Hoy Boys

As rivers cut canyons through Rockies to bays, the Hoys traveled westward in pioneer days. They fought for the Union (Frank, wounded in battle), then homesteaded Brown’s Hole where they branded their cattle. They were ranchers and farmers and bull-whackers of yore, horse breeders, schoolteachers, and miners of ore. They were writers and poets, a political few, they were German and English, a Swiss woman too. Herein are their timelines, their letters and lore, with charts of our ancestors and the children they bore. Newspaper clippings, records, and wills, excerpts and photos and warranty bills. They all tell this history so much better than I, this trail left behind from those now gone by.

Emily S. Hoy

I penned tales about kin whom my brother explored, he combing through records—a task I deplored. Names, facts, and figures, yes, they interest me some, but tis the echoes of tales that I yearn to plumb. The Hoys sued each other, Grandpa gambled the ranch (he, a fool with the whiskey—an ache through our branch). Davis cheated on Emily and cared not the least, Ada’s vows to Doc Chambers were undone by the priest. J.S., while in France, was castrated with knife while caught in the act with a med student’s wife! He perished from poison! Tracy shot Val and ran! Harry fasted five weeks—up and died from that plan. And the query that actually started this game was “What’s the “S.” stand for in Emily’s name?”

Some mysteries still linger, some relations not found, like what caused Frank’s death and where laid in the ground? What happened to Winnie? From what did she perish? A tintype of her I truly would cherish! A.A. had three daughters—what happened to them? And what of wife Frances—his crème de le crème? There’s no trace of Lizzie, in shadow she’s sunk… disappeared like Minerva and J.S.’ trunk! Missing records and pictures and letters of yore keep me digging and searching—I know there are more! One more trip, one more hunt, another call I will make just to find out for clarity’s sake. But does it matter if I know not all that occurred? No, though at the end of the day you may rest assured that I’ll let out a whoop and drop to my knees if I ever discover the answers to these!

© 2006. Catherine Sevenau.
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Hoy siblings, circa 1873
standing: James Smith “J.S.” Hoy, Valentine Shade “V.S.” Hoy, Adea Adam “A.A.” Hoy
seated: Henry “Harry” Hoy, Emily S. Hoy (my g-g-grandmother), Benjamin Franklin “Frank” Hoy