HOYT (Edward's millionaire brother) said that in Ed's prime there
was not a man alive that could stand up against him, because he
was super strong and quick as a cat. Frank and Al HOYT Ed's two
oldest sons (both 6 foot and 200 lbs. and both in their prime)
decided that it would be a good joke to throw their father in
the horse trough on his 50th birthday. So they caught him off-guard
setting in a rocking chair on the front porch and within minutes
both Frank and Al found themselves in the horse trough--not Ed.
Ed and Art Stroud (a family friend for many years) were walking
down main street in Tracy when a panhandler approached Ed and
asked for lunch money, which Ed gave him plus a little more. Art
said, why did you do that? You know dam well that he will only
buy alcohol with the money and Ed answered that sometimes alcohol
is as important to a drinking man as food is to others.
always helping people. He gave away more money than most people
earn in a lifetime. He always said that greed was responsible
for most of the world's problems. He died broke but content. You
cannot take the money with you, but hopefully, you can take the
partial to his grandson Bobby Frank HOYT and want to leave him
a berry farm in Arkansas which was never located by the family
after Ed's death.--Bob Hoyt
Riley Hoyt never remarried and he parceled all of his children
out to be raised by various relatives.
6 ft. 3 in.--about the same as Al Hoyt, but much stockier. He
must have weighed 250 lbs. or more. He was what they now call
a real hunk, all muscle and bone with no fat. I remember him towering
over my dad who was 6 ft.
to dance a great Irish jig, he played the fiddle. Two of his favorite
songs were The Irish Washer Woman and You Are My Sunshine.
quite stooped in later years, but he was a hell of a good man
and worked right up to his death. In fact he was helping my uncle
Bud Sillivan repair a grain harvester when he got hurt. A big
gust of Tracy wind blew the shop door open and it knocked him
down. He fell on his back across a concrete step. He was rushed
to the Oakdale hospital (the Tracy hospital was full) and he died
there a few days latter.
loved that old man! Your dad, my dad and myself visited him just
a few hours before he died and the last thing he said was to me.
However, his voice was so weak that I could not understand him.
Your dad cried big tears all the next day. I remember because
it was the first time I had ever seen a grown man cry like that.
I asked my dad about it at the time and he said that Al loved
his father very much.--Letter from Bob Hoyt to
Jacquelyn (Hoyt) Laux, dated Jan. 20, 2000
we were all sitting around the kitchen table having breakfast
at my folks house in Tracy when grandpa's [Edward's] bird dog
started scratching on the screen door. After about the fifth or
sixth time, my dad got up, went out and gave the dog a big kick!
My mother said "Frank, you shouldn't have done that", but grandpa
never said a word, he just got up and went out the door, he then
loaded his dog in his old car and drove off. Well,
we didn't see or hear from grandpa for a couple of years.
hunting sparrows in our back yard at Tracy with my new Red Rider
BB gun and I mistakenly hit a insulator and the electric line
fell down. Well, I knew that I was in deep trouble. Grandpa
who was staying with us at the time, saw what had happened and
he promptly repaired the line as good as new and saved my bacon.
My dad never knew what had happened!
our grandfather had a farm that had a wooden bridge. The neighbors
had several horses, which they just let run loose and forage for
themselves, mainly on grandpa's farm. You could always tell when
they were coming because of the clatter on the wooden bridge.
one night my dad told grandpa that the next time those dam horses
came on his property he was going to give them a load of buckshot.
Grandpa said that he shouldn't do that as it wasn't the horses
fault, they were just hungry. However, one night my dad heard
the horses hit the bridge and he stepped out the front door and
morning grandpa went out early to do the chores and when he came
back in the house he said to my dad, "Boy, Frank you sure shot
the hell out of those horses last night". So feeling somewhat
guilty, my dad went out to see what he had done. Directly
in front of the front door was grandpa's brand new Model A Ford
with the radiator and part of the motor blown off. As
a reminder of my dad's rash action, he left the car sit right
there for a year or more!
had a crew of corn huskers working on his farm when the weather
turned inclement and no one would live the house with its warm
stove. One morning grandpa came back in the house after doing
the morning chores and he said, " I don't know which one of you
guys hid that pint bottle of whiskey in the oat bin, but someone
should get it out of there, because if it broke, the glass would
harm the horses". Well, within 10 minutes the house was empty
and everyone was out in the barn searching through the oat bin
and of course finding nothing. In the crew was Art Stroud, Bud
Sillivan along with Al and Frank Hoyt.--Bob Hoyt