In the Fly Family History book written in 1980 by Clarence Michaels is the following story relating to John Richard and Elizabeth Fly.
The Fly families with few exceptions, as far as I have been able to learn, have always followed agricultural pursuits and have led quiet or rather private lives.This condition was especially so with Grandfather and his children, and it is on account of this that the searching of public records aids us but little in compiling a history of our family.We can only depend upon the memory of the younger generations for such facts of history; so it is, all the facts that I am able to record relative to our grandfather are those that are engraven on my memory from my association with him when I was between six and ten years of age.I find that my sisters remember no more than I in this respect.
My first and only remembrance of Grandmother Fly goes back to the time when I was about six years of age.At this time our grandparents were living on a farm about two miles southwest from Farmersville.I can only remember Grandmother as she lay on her bed or as she sat by the side of this bed in an invalid's chair.I recall nothing of Grandfather at this time.I think it was round about this time and at this home that Grandmother passed away.After Grandmother's death, Grandfather built a log cabin near the home of our Uncle Jim Guttry on Dry Creek.It was here that he and his son, Martin, lived for some two years or more.He next moved to his son Nicholis' home on the George Stobie ranch near Farmersville; and it is here that Grandfather died, in 1878.My first remembrance of Grandfather is when he lived on Dry Creek.At one time when we were visiting at the Guttry home I recall of asking Grandfather to make a wagon.He kindly consented to do so, and I can see him yet as, with an old crosscut saw on his shoulder, I followed him to the woods where previously a tree had been felled for wood.I watched him saw from a log, of about ten inches in diameter, four round crosscuts for the wheels and then shape and fit to these wheels wooden oak axles.With an old dry-goods box for the bed and with a trimmed oak limb for the tongue, I had a toy wagon to take home with me that gave me more pleasure than any real conveyance of this class and description has ever given me since.
Grandfather, as well as I can remember, was of medium height, somewhat dark complected, but at this time his hair and beard was almost grey.In his younger days he had been a strong man and also a hard working man, but in the days that I can remember him he was somewhat decrepit and broken in health--probably a condition occasioned from his grief over Grandmother's death.At this time he was not able to perform hard labor, and my remembrance of him is as he came leisurely through the wooded pasture, as he often did, to visit our family.At this time a walking cane was a constant companion to him, and how vividly I recall his being seated at the family fireside with his chin resting upon the crook of this walking cane as it stood placed upright between his knees.He was, as I recall, slow of speech and was given in his conversation mostly to reminiscences of his past life.
We all loved our grandparents.Their loveable and kindly dispositions made friends of all that came in contact with them.As stated, they are buried in the Deep Creek Cemetery, and at this time no monument marks their graves excepting a wooden slab at their heads, and these wooden slabs contain no inscription.(note that has been changed.The Fly Association collected the monies and there is a lovely upright monument with the name Fly on it and headstones on each of the Fly family members there. I know from having been to this cemetery last year and taking pictures.)
This is a story written by the son of James Carroll Fly.I will enter more of his remembrances about each of the family members as time allows.They help give a description of the lifestyle our families lived and what our ancestors looked like.I must say that for the most part the description of John Richard Fly could have almost matched my father, William Harvey Fly, except he had no beard.But he did turn grey in later years and was a soft spoken man.