Hi, I was just made aware of this link and am amazed of my grandfather’s legacy. I am sure there will be more postings from my siblings, but I wanted to bring all up to date. Our grandmother, Hazel Houck, widow of Joy, has passed away on Thanksgiving Day. Although, I have not seen my grandmother in a few years as I live in California, I will always remember her as a very fine lady. Memories of her in my childhood, staying overnight in the big house in Shreveport (with the built-in projector room and hugh living room used for private screenings on the far wall with movie screen), watching Uncle Joy (as we called our grandfather), sit in his reclining chair with Nannie Hazel, eating his cornbread and buttermilk and trying to watch cartoons with him constantly changing the channels :))). Nannie helped me get my Social Security Number as it was needed when I started working at the Joy Theater in Texarkana during the summers starting even at 9 earning money for school clothes each year. Nannie made sure I had charm school lessons (Loved), piano lessons (which I hated). Uncle Joy always seemed a big man in my eyes and kind of scary, but he was really a pussycat. After moving to California in the late 60’s, Nannie and Uncle Joy would fly out often for screenings of his movies (which we attended and Nannie would never miss taking us to Disneyland. Could go on and on, but tears are welling up now. God bless both and rest in peace….Will miss you Nannie….
Hi, I was just made aware of this link and am amazed of my grandfather’s legacy. I am sure there will be more postings from my siblings, but I wanted to bring all up to date. Our grandmother, Hazel Houck, widow of Joy, has passed away on Thanksgiving Day. Although, I have not seen my grandmother in a few years as I live in California, I will always remember her as a very fine lady. Memories of her in my childhood, staying overnight in the big house in Shreveport (with the built-in projector room and hugh living room used for private screenings on the far wall with movie screen), watching Uncle Joy (as we called our grandfather), sit in his reclining chair with Nannie Hazel, eating his cornbread and buttermilk and trying to watch cartoons with him constantly changing the channels :))). Nannie helped me get my Social Security Number as it was needed when I started working at the Joy Theater in Texarkana during the summers starting even at 9 earning money for school clothes each year. Nannie made sure I had charm school lessons (Loved), piano lessons (which I hated). Uncle Joy always seemed a big man in my eyes and kind of scary, but he was really a pussycat. After moving to California in the late 60’s, Nannie and Uncle Joy would fly out often for screenings of his movies (which we attended and Nannie would never miss taking us to Disneyland. Could go on and on, but tears are welling up now. God bless both and rest in peace….Will miss you Nannie….