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John McLean
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John Hiram McLean
± 1862-????

± 1896

Minnie B. MrsJohnH
± 1870-????

Gezin van John Hiram McLean [M 12]

Hij is getrouwd met Minnie B. MrsJohnH rond 1896.


  1. Juan Harold McLean  1897-1961 
  2. Heber Hampton McLean  1899-1971
  3. Minnie Belle McLean  ± 1905- 
  4. William Button McLean  1908-> 1920

Notities over John Hiram McLean [M 12]

MCLEAN, JOHN H (1910 U.S. Census) TEXAS , LLANO, 1 J-PCTAge: 47, Male, Race: WHITE, Born: TXSeries: T624 Roll: 1574 Page: 12

MCLEAN, JOHN H (1930 U.S. Census) TEXAS , LLANO, LLANOAge: 67, Male, Race: WHITE, Born: TXSeries: T626 Roll: 2370 Page: 224

Transcribed from a letter in my possession written to Mr. Juan F. McLean of Woolsey, Ga. from his nephew, John H. McLean of Llano, Texas. Written on printed letterhead from Law Office Of McLean & Spears of Llano, Texas.
Llano, Texas January 29th 1901
Mr. Juan F. McLean
Woolsey, Ga.
My Dear Uncle,
Your letter was received about ten days ago and I have been delayed until this time in answering on the account of the necessity I have been under in the meantime, to teach the Supreme Court of Texas some law. I have not yet altogether relieved myself from that arduous undertaking, but while I am resting will dedicate my new fountain pen which Santa Clause brought me and at the same time pay a small installment on a debt of love owing to you and yours.
We were fascinated with your Christmas story - the boys eyes fairly danced with excitement but soon they begun to philosophise, and made some quences(?) that were hard to meet. They could not understand how Santa Clause could cover so much territory in one night. My explanation was about as clear as that of the Scotchman as to what “metaphysics” meant. He said: “If you see our man a talking an a talking, and you see another man a listening and a listening, and the man who is talking don’t know what he is talking about and the man who is listening don’t know what he is listening at - that is metaphysics.” In this manner I fully explained to them how it was that Santa Clause could be everywhere in one night.
We, too, had our Santa Clause scene, something similar to yours, but I could not tell about it half so well as you did. The Christmas Tree is not half so charming as the old time hanging up your stocking and in sympathy with childish delights still remembered, I resent the encroachments being made upon the old regime with its fascinating impossiblities rendered plausible by wonderous mysteries.
We, too, had our rush for stockings, - not heavily burdened but containing the things which strike the childish fancy - and - as to noise - well you can imagine the rest, and you can thank your stars that it is your privilege to imagine it and not have to undergo a demonstration. We all fot the things we would , unexpectedly of course, and I found myself enriched with the beautiful fountain pen with which I am now writing. I am using it now for the first time will get use to it after awhile and then will write so you can read it. Sister and Sam are somewhat on the Christmas tree order, and Lute, bless her dear sad heart, could not bear the ordeal of having Santa Clause come, so she went to the Sunday school Christmas tree to help others be glad, and the next day gave a children’s part to all the little folks in the neighborhood, and made them have a good time.
We can readily understand the hard times there, by what we are experiencing ourselves, but financial hard times are not the worst. We are sorry to hear that your health is not good and also sorry to know that the looked for visit from Cousin Alice is still in the undetermined future. We think of you all often and wish we could be associated with you more than we can hope to ever be. I know I would be better and happier for it, and hope no one would be any worse.
Our evening reading is growing more natural all the time. It is truly a blessing to humanity that there is such a thing as influence, thought some of it is very bad. Wholesome precept is a good thing but good example is better, virtue goes out from a good life and renders better everything with which it comes in contact. I sincerely thank you for the good suggestions you have made to me by letter, but am more deeply grateful for the example of your own home life as I have seen it. I so long to have you again in our house. I feel that the best was not made of your visit hence it was so short.
Since you give up in the contest as to the superiority of our respective states, I too, will yield, and force the ______ in your hand ) a c_______ trait of nature) and say that Georgia is unexcelled.
We have been having some very cold weather for this part of Texas, have had ice an inch thick in small bodies of water, but not hear so thick on the river. One night the thermometer stood at 20 degrees above zero, which does pretty well for this section though one time in Texas - a little further north I saw it 10 degrees below zero, and snow about a foot deep on a level and saddle skirt deep in the drifts. We have had no snow at all to lay on the ground in several years, and we are wanting rain badly. Rain is our bug-bear, or rather the want of it. The farmers are wanting to plow and cant on account of the ground in places getting so dry and hard.
Minnie and the boys are at home waiting for me and I will go back to them. I just came down to write you and to dedicate my pen between my assaults on the appellate court. They have gone against me in some case and as I said before I am now deeply absorbed in trying to teach them some law, on motion for rehearing.
Love to all the folks, individually and collectively.
Your affectionate nephew,
J H McLean

Compilation Copyright 2001 - Present
by Linda Blum-Barton
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Transcribed from a letter in my possession written to Juan F. McLean of Woolsey, Ga. from John H. McLean of Llano, Texas on April 19, 1902. Written on printed letterhead of McLean & Spears Law Offices of Llano, Texas.
Llano, Texas April 19, 1902
My Dear Uncle,
Again it has been longer than I had dreamed of since your letter came, but I am going to lay the weight of the blame on cousin Alice this time. Tell her that I have been practicing up on penmanship so that even she might decipher the heiroglyphics. “So she can read them?” My letters! - the very idea. I thought my writing was as legible as - as- Horace Greely’s any way. It is true, in order to save time and an unnecessary expenditure of energy, I fail to dot my i’s and cross my t’s, and in many instances my n’s, r’s, e’s and i’s have a mystifying resemblance to each other, but even she ought to be able to supply, by the imagination the cross to a T and the dot to an i. And it does seem to me that a first rate guleer? grabbler ought to know whether an n is an r or an e is an i. Anyhow the difficulty is now forever removed for my writing is so plain now and easily read, “that even a --” oh, I mean that “he who runs may read.”
We have been having a most beautiful spring and I wish you could see our country now. We have had rain at the right time and but little cold weather since the spring pretended to open up.
The whole country has an air of tropical luxuriance and the whole face of the earth is aglow with the blush of flowers, and the breath of nature is laden with a thousand delicate perfumes and the ear of the universe is filled with the melody of song. If cousin Alice can’t read this tell her to come on down and see it and smell it and hear it for herself - it is well worth her while.
Your letter has gone the entire rounds and we all rejoice that you are recovering strength but deeply regreat the encroaching feebleness of Aunt Mary, and hope by this time she, too, is on the recuperate. Now that the frost of winter has vanished and life-giving spring is here, you all must inevitably received renewed life and vigor from your favored position at the “top of the world”. No, it is no use for you to try to renew that old controversy with reference to the relative superiority of our respective states. While we can boast of being the center of the surrounding country, we can lay no claim to being the top of the world.
Your reminiscences of sixty years ago are fascinating to us. It seems strange and we can hardly realize in this age of conveniences that there are living men and women whose memory antidates(?) them - all, running back to that period when the qualifications of the school teachers were to teach the three R’s, make goose quill pens, and be strong and brave enough to whip the biggest and most unruly boy in school. In my humble judgement a little muscle is not altogether out of place yet. Refractory youth in Soloman’s time was about the same as it is now.
I am busy again as is usually the case when I write you, our county court is in session now and our district court convenes May the 1st. Besides the usual labors incident to courts, I am billed for a commencement address in an adjoining county on May ?th to which I want to devote some time. A little later on, if I don’t forget it, will send you for your criticism the manuscript of the proposed address. It is to be one of those extemporaneous speeches, based upon a good deal of preparation.
All the Llano McLeans and kindred join in sending love to you and yours - our uncles, aunts and cousins. We are looking forward to the promised visit with much pleasure. I planted an extra supply of watermelons this year. As for my own individual feelings will say that I am seezed with an insatiable desire to have you visit us again. I did not get all the good I might have had nor give you all the pleasure I should have given during your visit. When cousin Alice or Exor comes to see us, I want you to come again - or come by yourself, if you can’t come when they do. I will have you a barrel of Georgia water shipped down. If you don’t come then I am going to take advantage of the first real cheap excursion and go to see you and I will stay a whole lot longer than I did the last time too.
Your affectionate nephew,
J H McLean
Compilation Copyright 2001 - Present
by Linda Blum-Barton
All Rights Reserved
Transcribed from a letter in my possession written by John Hiram McLean to Juan Fernandez McLean. The letter is on printed letterhead from Law Offices of McLean & Spears in Llano, Texas.
Llano, Texas Dec. 10th, 1904
Mr. Juan F. McLean
Woolsey, Ga.
My Dear Uncle,
Your coals of fire have been most effective, they reach the good that is in us, and I wonder why all people do not resort to the “coals of fire” proscess and make the other people better, or ashamed of themselves because they are not.
You have devout admirers in your Llano people whether they write often or not - the trouble is, not with you, but the people, too close to Mexico, I presume and have e___bibed the “manana” (tomorrow) propensity of the Mexican. We get a thousand little occupying things at hand and we think we will get them all out of the way and then take up social matters with some degree of satisfaction - but the things won’t all get out of the way at once and thus we procrastinate - put off until tomorrow. A Mexican never wants to do anything today - is never ready - it is always “manana”. This “coals of fire” business of yours has made me so ashamed of myself I am going to answer today even if I can’t write three intelligent lines.
Minnie is some better now but is not at all well. She was in bed about a week and to be really confined to her bed is not a common thing with her. I try to get her to go out doors more than she does, but she thinks she has no time for it. She has gone horseback riding a time or two lately and she came back each time very much exhilerated.
To learn of your improvement is indeed gratifying and I trust you are still growing stronger.
Improvements? Yes, you would not know the place. Where you have op__eys and rippling brooks I have hudro__ts and ____ ______ loose to see the water flow. Have just finished planting my orchard, - all kinds of peaches, some apples, pears, plums, apricots, blackberries and dewberries. I planted them all upon the wonderful prickly pear and expect to water them besides - in case of long dry spell and my hope’s one high on the fa__et question. It won’t be long until those boys will learn to scale a fruit tree. This year we are going to plant the orchard in melons to bridge over to the bearing juice of our young trees, and the next time you come we are going to be fixed for you.
“The self reliant Harold and the strenuous Heber” are going to kindergarten. They ride their Shetland ponies, (which I believe you saw) just 36 inches high, and a gay ______ they have too. Minnie and I both (think) you have the boys pretty well “sized up” - applying “self reliant” to the one and “strenuous” to the other. The designations fit their natures admireably. You must be a good judge of human nature to seen what they were in so short a time.
The suggestion you make my dear uncle about the bible lesson at night I know is good. The suggestion was first made by the beautiful example set while I was there. The impression had not died away and they led to some half formed resolutions before your letter came. You giving the same matter to me now by precept rev___fies those impressions and completes the resolutions. When you visit us again you will see how well they have been kept.
I am delighted to learn that you have all been prosperous this last year and I can hardly wait for the time to be set for the visit we are promised from your family. I do hope cousin Alice can come soon and stay with us a long, long time, she must stay through the spring and summer for that is the time when Texas has on her Sunday clothes. We will bide the time as best we can though, will wait as long as we have to!
Your cartoon made us laugh. Minnie, you know, is a Yankee and we all had lots of amusement out of it. It reminded me of a remark cousin John made while I was there which amused me no little at the time. I asked him how it was that he had the position of rural mail clerk when he was a Democrat and there were plenty of negros around. With a mischievous twinkle of the eye he replied: “A negro won’t have it”. I saw then that the political negro could not be ridden into the back yard of the south, so far as Georgia was concerned even by the i______ontal “Teddy”.
I am truly glad you are so well “hooked up” for hard times with your persimmons, sugar berries, possum and taters. Cut the “taters” off thought and take the juice out of the possums and dry up the persimmons and sugar berries, all of which would easily come about in case of an old fashioned Texas drought, and it would look like “hard-tack” compared with the luscious prickley pears of Texas, which thrives without either soil or moisture. In case of an emergency you had better come to Texas.
We all join in sending love to all of you. Your letter has gone the rounds and returned after being read by each of us with endless enjoyment.
Your affectionate nephew
John H McLean
Compilation Copyright 2001 - Present
by Linda Blum-Barton
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Transcription of letter in my possession belonging to McLean family of Fayette Co, Ga. written to Juan Fernandez McLean from his nephew, John Hiram McLean of Texas....son of Juan Fernandez McLean’s brother, Hiram Hampton McLean. This letter is typed on letterhead from Law Office of McLean & Spears......Llano, Texas.....J H McLean Sam’l Spears
Llano, Texas, September, 3, 1908
Mr. J. F. McLean
Woolsey, Ga.
My Dear Uncle,
It has been so long since I heard from you, and am anxious to hear of your welfare, will do now that which I have been intending to do so long, - write to you. I never will die happy, or live contented, unless I can get you out here again. When you were here before I thought I was so very busy that I did not have time to get the full benefit of your visit, and now, when I look back upon it I wonder that I did not turn everything loose and enjoy to the fullest extent the opportunity that was so rare. I so much wish that you and the girls would come out and spend a few months with us, - it would be the treat of our lives. I believe I know where there is a spring of water almost as good as your well water, and I have a well now that is very good, - tastes a good deal like yours. This is the well that supplies my private water-works put in since you were here. If these fail to satisfy thirst we will ship a barrell from Georgia and refrigerate it .
Many things have gone wrong, from a worldly standpoint, and may are still at crosspurposes, but it “will all come out in the washing”. It is true if people do the best they can they will usually get as good as they deserve. Many of us, however, want more than our desserts, and are not satisfied if we get it.
George, Lutie’s husband, had quite a serious time a while back, was in a very critical condition for quite a while, and we thought his chances were slim. We sent him to Austin for better medical skill than was accessible here, where we thought a very critical operation would have to be performed. There was great difficulty in diagnosis, and while the medical experts were hesitating as to the course to pursue, the immediate trouble was relieved and he is now apparently all right.
Sister has recently left the Sanitarium in Austin, where she underwent an operation, which her physician said was absolutely necessary to prevent the most dire consequences in the near future. She got along splendidly and is now doing well, but her physician was afraid for her to join Sam and their two girls in a camp down on the Llano, where they are now. As you already know Lute was operated on some time ago, said to be a successful operation. But it seems if the wound heals it is called a “successful operation” whether the trouble operated for is removed or not. Operations seem to run in the family. While Lute looks well, she is not at all strong.
I don’t like to talk about my troubles, but I very much fear that in the near future I will be compelled to change my occupation. My nervous system is so unstrung and shattered by twenty years constant worry over other people’s troubles, I am sometimes affected with symptoms or premonitions of blindness. I can’t think of anything much worse, and as soon as I satisfy myself that my occupation has brought it about a change of some kind will come. I have had a few disasters, in a financial way, but they don’t disturbe me like this question of physical condition. This may only be a passing indisposition, and I might think so only for the fact that my usual sweet and amiable disposition (?) is a thing of the past, in fact the crabbedest, crossest old setting hen you ever saw is amiableness personified in comparison.
I thinnk I wrote you of the fire at my residence some four months ago, the most serious result of which was the almost complete prostration of Minnie. Her almost superhuman effort saved the loss of the house, and that , together with the excitement resulted in premature confinement, a boy now three months old. He was a “we laddie” at first, about four pounds, but is getting to be “strapping big boy” now, weighs nearly ten pounds. But little rest did his mother get until very recently. Just now he is better, lost some of his “total depravity”, and his mother is not so completely worn out.
The boys, not this last one, but the other two, and I have fixed us up a pack outfit and we are going to spend many nights in the mountains this fall and winter, when the deer season opens up. I inherited my father’s love of hunting, especially the big game.
We are all very fond of the woods. I am only sorry that Minnie and the other boy can’t go with us on these rough trips. We have our saddle ponies and a burro to carry our pack, we can go into the fastnesses of the mountains inaccessible with a vehickel.
Minnie Bell, our girl, is a treasure, stubborn as a mule when antagonized, but ususally yields to loving suasion, if the other fellow does not yield first. Spoiled ? - I guess.
With love from me and mine to you and all the cousins, and their children, I anxiously wait to hear from you, and to receive a renewal of the hope that you and the girls, or you or the girls, or you or one of the girls, will visit us some time in the near future, and in the mean time remain,
Your affectionate nephew,
(J H McLean)
Compilation Copyright 2001 - Present
by Linda Blum-Barton
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