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North West Florida Family, 3061 chance Road, Molino, FL (2026)

05/19/2024

What do you think?
🤷🏻‍♂️ The ‘Democrats’ have accomplished a hell of a lot; 🤷🏻‍♂️ right? 😳 When asked to list and rate their accomplishments they claim “the defense of democracy” 😳.
OR❓ it’s Biden’s EV agenda. 😉. No reliable energy supply infrastructure 🤷🏻‍♂️❓. The agenda mandates 0-carbon/all electric society 😵‍💫.

Does anyone with an ounce of walking around since NOT BELIEVE that WW III and Nuclear War is closer than ever before?!? 🤔. I have to wonder if any of those “Green Geniuses” consider the affects of “ELECTROMAGNETIC PLUSES”!❓!

🤔 Maybe that is the real agenda Comrade Joe and the ‘defenders’ democracy have been working for? 🥹. First the energy. Then the government debt and the economy. The constant attacks on consumer choices. The “rabid insertion” of foreign invaders = covert armies. 😳🤔🤷🏻‍♂️❓

Believe your lying eyes people!!! I’m kind of attached to the belief that we are a free and patriotic REPUBLIC. I’M not a fan of the Democrats “Democracy”. Your voice and YOUR VOTE, 👍🏼.

11/22/2023

What a wonderful surprise to find a piece if Nowlin history. Thank you for all the stories and memories.

09/13/2023

Jeff Gray, a U.S. Army veteran and retired truck driver, has been repeatedly stopped, detained, searched, and arrested by the police. His alleged crime? Holding signs — in front of city halls across the United States.

05/14/2023

"MY FAMILY"; MOM, DADDY & what they taught.

They lived in a time when you had to do for yourself and work for what you needed. I learned so much for both of them. Their past and for the future will forever be part of me and I try to pass the lessons on to my family.

Taking care of our home and the people that depend on you was never easy to understand while growing up but have become so very clear. WORKING every day to provide the little things means giving up the things that you would like to have for yourself. Taking the time to show and teach our "little ones" how to do takes LOADS of love, time and determination.

At home we learned how to take care of ourselves because MOM, DADDY both worked so much to provide for the necessary things. A roof over our heads, clothes, shoes and food to eat were not cheap, more so in the '1960's and '1970's than even today. Imagin trying to teach 5 boys how to take care of themselves, their home and clothes! CLEAN, CLEAN and CLEAN some more, what a concept! Then try to "FEED" them!

Kids are always hungry, back then there wasn't a lot of 'instant', ready-made food like today. Both MOM, DADDY were always "teaching" us how to cook or feed ourselves. I learned how to cook everything from toast to stake or fried chicken and everything in between.

Taking care of our home and hat we had was something else that they devoted so much of their time to. Clean your room, clean your clothes, clean the "YARD", take care of your 'pets, farm animals' and the 'BARN'. It was always something! But they were always there to teach and push the IMPORTANCE of these "chores". Until you have to do this yourself you just cannot grasp how much time or the pressure this can be! Yet they did, over and over and over again.

MOM, DADDY believed in "family" and helping those that cared for them when they were growing up. This too they tried to instill in us. One such thing I will always remember was how Daddy would take time to help his 'Grand-paw' as often as possible. We spent a lot of time at the 'Old Home Stead', aka, Nowlin's Dairy doing yard work, repairing the barn or fences, putting hay in the barn and so on. Yes, it was often hard work, but I learned many things. The MAIN thing I 'learned' was love and respect for the people that loved and cared for you and gave up so much for you.

They are gone now, but never forgotten. All that I have left of those times are a few pictures BUT the memories are strong and recurring. I think the old Two-Story Red Brick house is still hidden back off 10-Mile Road, but the 'Nowlin's Dairy' barn has been torn down. Many, many days were spent playing and working in that barn and for that I am thankful. They just don't build them like that anymore but for me it will always be back there, hidden among the big old oak trees.

04/04/2023

THE 'GOOD' the 'BAD' and the 'UGLY'...

There are always two sides to every story, and so is the story and history of a family. The NOWLIN Family has a long history in Pensacola.

My understanding is that for the most part as immigrants they settled in Indiana, were involved in a lot of the Mississippi River commerce of the 1800's. Build log rafts, load goods and float down to New Orleans, sell everything and walk home. When I worked as an Engineer on Mississippi RIVER tow boats Daddy was very interested in what I experienced, and he would often tell stories that he had heard about these family trips.

Sometime in the late 1800's some Nowlin's moved to the Florida panhandle and established the "Nowlin's Dairy". Daddys parents had passed when he was young and for the most part he was raised by his Grandpa and Grandma on the Dairy. The old Barn, Milk Parlor and Milk House were still standing in the early 60's when we became part of the Nowlin family. As kids, we spent many days putting hay in the loft, cleaning the barn and milk parlor and just playing around the homestead. The original Two-Story Redbrick house can still be seen under the old oak trees off 9 1/2 Mile Road.

The old barn and Milk house (where the milk was pumped to, chilled and bottled) was torn down about 5 or 6 years ago. Sometimes I get the urge to turn down the old driveway and see what is left. But I don't, mostly because all I can see now is the oak trees the seem to hide the past. I used to have a picture of the old barn, I'll have to do some looking and post it along with a couple "tells".

So, there it is, use your imagination and I'm sure you can come up with some "good" the "bad" and the "ugly" about a little of the history of the "Nowlin Dairy".

03/17/2023

Learning about who and how to trust. When I was around 6 or 7 I met a man that eventually became my Daddy. When he gave me his name he told us that we could call him what ever we felt comfortable with, but he always felt that the word “Daddy” sounded more heart felt than any other word. And so it was.

The first time I met him all I could think of was “WOW” a real cowboy. Horses and big old Mules that pulled a wagon for ’hay rides’ he even had a pet skunk named Petunia.

And just like the cowboy way he treated us like we really ment something. I soon learned that was just his way. He treated everyone like they were important and with respect.

He believed that helping others was the right way to live. He was always active in the community, like the Sheriffs Posse and the Fire Department and even the 4-H and FFA.

THE COWBOY WAY. A real life Cowboy. My Daddy, Harry A. Nowlin.

02/18/2023

A Great and Wise MAN.

Harry Archy Nowlin was my Daddy. This was what he wanted to be known as when he asked three young boys to take his name. He said, "You can call me whatever you feel comfortable with BUT I want to your Daddy. That just sounds more like someone that loves and cares for his kids." And so, it was and will forever be.

I was lucky, when he wasn't at work or asleep, I was by his side. I got to see how he treated people and his approach to every aspect of his life. Riding with him in his truck gave him time to tell me so many stories about his life, his childhood and mostly the Nowlin Dairy history and growing up during the 40's and 50's.

When I drive around Pensacola and the Brownsville area, I have thoughts about where he pointed out where his childhood home was and is dads Veterinarian Hospital was located at the "CIRCEL". I can still see the old buildings that use to be there. He loved history and he loved the history of his family always ready to tell a story about a place or the people from there.

I remember the sadness he felt that there was one that wanted to be a 'Caretaker' of the old Nowlin Dairy Home after Grand Paw died. His had just recently made the commitment to the FARM in Molino and it was also my first introduction into the "SHAMEFUL" reality of "inheritance greed". The old 2-Story Brick house can barely be seen now and everything else is gone. here were lots of stories about growing up there after his Mom and Dad died.

Daddy told stories about emergency calls that his Dad would take him on, some of his favorites were about going to the CIRCUS taking care of elephants, bears and camels and such. Emergency calls to farms for horse, cow or other animals in the middle of the night too. One such story was about "Problem Horse or Cow Births" was that they would lay a canvas down and put a little 'ridge' in it to funnel the "fluids" away during the birth. He would always start laughing when he got to the part about how the "HELPFUL" farmers would smooth the canvas out and everyone would get soaked!

Driving around on tractor part runs or such related things he would point to somewhere and talk about what or who use to live or be there. I was once told that I wasn't a real NOWLIN by a few relatives. I thought that if they knew half of what Daddy had told me they would be lucky and that because 'He' gave me far more NOWLIN pride through his stories than any amount of blood could ever provide.

He Lifes desire was to be half the MAN his Grand Paw Archy Nowlin was. He accomplished that wish in spades, he was a very Kind and Wise Man. I am proud of the many things he taught me, he never stopped living, learning and growing. Truly a great MAN from Pensacola, Florida.

01/23/2023

Mom and Daddy were both born in Pensacola, Florida in the year of 1937. Their lives were very different and back in those days the short distance was like days apart.

Daddy was born into a family of Dairy Farmers and Veterinarians. His Grandparents ran Nowlin's Dairy in the area of what is now 9-Mile Road. His father was a large Animal Veterinarian, an Auburn Graduate with his OFFICE located in the Brownsville Area of the "CIRCLE". I truly enjoyed the stories he would tell me about the things they did and the animals they treated. I realize now how even a child of 3 or 4 can recall so many things from such an early age. I feel lucky to remember being shown the location of the house that he began his life in, I can almost see it every time I pass by, there is big white bank there now.

Mom was born into a family of German immigrants. From what I can gather their home was on Creighton Road. I'm not completely sure but I believe Grandpa worked as a truck driver and mechanic. I remember Grandpa Joe being a happy man, always smiling and "making himself RIGHT at home" everywhere he went. When he came to visit the first thing he ALWAYS did was go straight to the refrigerator and with that great big smile SEE what kind of 'leftovers' were available.

As was the times, Mom married very young. She never really talked much about those days only to say that she was just a 'baby' having babies. I was the number 5 born 7 years after she married so I'm sure she did the best she could. I do know that we were all loved. I'm also thankful that she met and married Daddy in 1965. As usual there were problems, but I never doubted that they loved each other. I knew that because I seemed to be the one Daddy would talk to about 'things'. Not specifics just someone that would just listen.

I hope that the stories that I plan to recall will do justice to the memories. When we came to be part of Daddies family the friends and memories he had and told me about felt like they were part of me. He was part of Pensacola and Pensacola was part of him.

Good or bad, the journey will hopefully be interesting and informative.

01/22/2023

NEW APPROACH. I am aware of the hurt feelings by some people that would prefer that "family secrets" not be publicly shared. In the past I have, in good faith, offered to cease the public "Laundry" embarrassment if the issues would be addressed. Their reply or reaction was to "DOUBLE DOWN" and at best some would say that "they didn't know that" with no change in the narrative or accusations.

I've began this page to relate soties about Northwest Florida Families. Mostly to talk about my Mom, Jane C. Nowlin and Daddy, Harry A. Nowlin. That is and will be the primary subjects but be warned I never sugar coat anything I say or do.

NOW, rather than relating 'some' of what the family has said and done, I feel the need to cleanse my sole. Please keep in mind that throughout all of this the things that happened should not be misinterpreted to be the result of Mom and Daddys parenting. I was taught, and learned, to respect and trust people. It was only later (on my own around 19) that I learned that most people abused that respect and trust.
Let us address 'Trust and Honesty'. "LYING" was something that I was never very good at. In fact, Mom and Daddy would often pick on me about it. I was always the one to ask if they wanted to verify something they wanted to verify. Later I learned that if I could just "OMIT" something I had a better chance of getting around a pure LIE.
Being honest also drove a wedge between me and Daddy over how Steve and Dale turned out. Even though there had long been 'drug and alcohol' problems (use) in the family one-day Daddy and I had an honest debate about "POT". In the end he decided that I was to blame for Steve and Dales abuse and actions. The fact that I was not around at the time they began their 'USE' did not matter, I believe it was just my stand and 'honest' view that mattered. To date I am not aware of any other family member to ever be honest about their stand and use of Alcohol and Pot with Daddy or Mom. So, in his mind I must have been the CAUSE.

During this time of being BRUTALLY honest I also excelled in the lying game. I totally destroyed any chance of a long and loving relationship by lying to and about my first wife. Next to the respect and admiration for my Daddy, Deborah Carronette Partain was the most honest and truest friend and person I have ever known. I foolishly lied, cheated and took advantage of her until there was no chance of ever being trusted again. A lesson that was and still is hard to live with. If you LIE once you will LIE again, once trust is lost it is likely to be lost forever.

Trust. WHO to TRUST? Regardless of who you want to trust, friends, brothers, FAMILY trust is something that has to be 'attempted'. I say it that way because most people try to trust. They try to believe that someone will not TWIST or DISTORT the truth to make their narrative appear the truth. Perhaps to sway your feelings toward another person. I trusted my 'brothers', and in doing so I allowed my feelings to turn against DADDY. I did that, I did know better at the time, but I needed to trust my 'brothers'. That need resulted in loosing time with Daddy and the last years of his life. Another thing that I did and cannot take back.
That covers Honesty, Trust and Lies. NEXT, I'm going to try and recall my (age 6 to around 22) introduction to theft and other crimes of immaturity. At the time I thought I could justify what I did but before long the reality was blinding, nothing justifies lying, stealing and cheating.

01/22/2023

Because of the hurt feelings I have inflicted on some "family" I am now trying to 'AIR the DIRTY LAUNDRY" in my direction. This does not change my original aim for "The Nowlin's I KNOW" narrative but gives equal "AIR" on things I have done.
Yes, I'm guilty of lying and dishonesty. But I truly do not remember a time that I lied to or about the 'BROTHERS" or a family member. I was honest about the use of 'POT' and "Uppers" in the late 1980's and paid the price.

This "RANT", as the 'family' calls them is about my life of CRIME, of theft. My first crime was stealing 'SODA's" from the laundry room at the Tropical Trailer Park at the age of 5 or 6. The next was stealing candy from Herrington's Store at the corner of 10-mile Rd and New Chemstrand Rd around the same time.
After becoming a family with Daddy, I was around 10 or so. We were stealing "HOT Wheels" and other toys from 'K-Mart' at 9-Mile and New Chemstrand Rd. We also stole candy from the corner store at Kingsfield Rd and New Chemstrand Rd. Around 13 years old I decided I wanted a bicycle, the older brothers had cars and motorcycles and the younger brother had a mini bike. So, with what I had learned by default I began 'sneaking out' at night and "procured" various parts around the community. I admit was a quick study, it was indeed easy to get away stealing a lot of small items. One of the last things I stole was a Yellow Wind Breaker, in the 7th grade. That was the one that made me look at what I was doing. I was a THIEF, and it didn't feel good.

By the time I was 14 or so I was pretty much Daddys 'FARM BOY' and didn't have much time to want what I didn't have or get. I had developed a close bond with Daddy and just went along with what 'they' had and was PROUD of being like him and trying to do what Daddy did. When we moved to Molino, the FARM, the joy of being 'just' a farmer was showing its bad side.

Around 16 and 17, I found girls and needed more than lunch money to go on a real date. Daddy made it brutally clear that my job was on the farm, and the END RESULTS of after school jobs with William and Joe was not going to happen with me. So, I decided that I could get extra money by stealing "something". The first part of the plan went great, I stashed (I thought) the goods and would retrieve it and complete the sale later. The very next day as Daddy and I were grading the driveway he spotted my 'STASH' on the side of the road. We retrieved it, and Daddy eventually sold it, and I learned the I was not cut out to be a thief.
Flash forward and in the military, I thought it was okay to take pencils, pens, paper and supplies like that. During my second enlistment this behavior continued until one day a friend, a co-worker was busted for possession of office materials and cleaning supplies. Turned out there had been a CID investigation of the "UNIT Supply" and he was the scape goat. He was busted from E-5 to E-1 and kicked out with nothing but 'GAS MONEY' for family transportation home. That was in 1984 and it is something that left a mark on my sole.

Now for a statement of fact. I have put this information out there for ALL to see. The reader can accept it or not. Being called a liar by the people that have hurt feelings over my "RANTS" is just one of the reasons for my "RANTS". Another FACT is that I have never stolen from a BROTHER, UNCLE, AUNT or family member.

My anger and "RANTS" are because these things did occur to me by the above-mentioned people. From the beginning I have been "SCHOOLED" that the family laundry should not be aired in this fashion. I have now put the dirt on my life out there, now there can be no crying that I'm hurting their feelings because of the extent of the public lies, attacks and stolen items I openly 'RANT about. I want what was taken from me, nothing more and nothing less.

It may be true that Mom and Daddy would not do what I'm doing and maybe even disapprove. But they raised me to have the courage of my convictions and would never tell me that I had no right to pursue what I BELIEVE is right.

01/20/2023

Chapter One, And Now we Seek the TRUTH.

In the last days of Moms life, she often told me that Daddys biggest desire was to be as GOOD as his Grand-PAW, A.E. Nowlin. For me and Mom that was something that he succeeded at in grand fashion. I cannot think of any man that I have even met that was more honest and just than my DADDY, Harry A. Nowlin. Few people that knew him would or could debate that view. He was many things and tried to never take advantage of any person, close to the end he tried to change and grow to be better.

His outlook on life the treatment of people and the treatment of animals changed. Mom related stories about how he started treating his animals with more concern and respect. Training and care in a more caring fashion was more important in the long run.

Just more proof that he was a kind and caring man. His ability to take on the 'ready-made' family and the addition of one more (troubled) 'teen-ager' was more proof of his character. Surly mistakes were made, I didn't like the apparent preferential treatment of my brothers, but I did and still do understand why he did what he did. But the one thing that I got that the others didn't was the time with DADDY they never wanted.

I'll never be even half the man he was, but I'll always try to accomplish the things in life that he was able to. Like Mom and I said often, "There was NOTHING that he couldn't do". He once told me that he knew that he couldn't show the kind of LOVE that he wanted to but that HE wanted me to know that he 'truly' loved me. I never questioned that I only wish that I had not foolishly lost the last years of his life because of things that I listened to.

He was a great man, his Grand-Paw would have been proud of how he turned out. The stories he told me about his younger years and family will last forever in my heart.

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