As an author, naming my
characters is an important step for me. I take great care in selecting just the
right moniker. After penning 70 something books with many supporting actors, I
have selected several hundred names. I pour over baby name sites, I take note
of people’s names I hear in public. I even read movie credits for ideas. Some
names I reject outright – they may sound weak to me or remind me of someone I
don’t like very much. When I owned a publishing company, I forced an author to
rename her heroine in a book strictly because the name once belonged to someone
who wronged me. I suspect this feeling explains why we have very few babies
saddled with the names of Adolph or Judas. Regardless, sometimes a beloved,
strong, beautiful heroine can have a very unfortunate name. This truth
certainly applies to the historical Texas figure I would like to introduce you
to today, Miss Ima Hogg.
Can
you think of a worse handle to be hung with? As a chubby human, I probably
wouldn’t have survived the bullying. Yet, this gracious woman bore her cross
with extreme grace.
She
was born in 1882 in Mineola, Texas, a small town located east of Dallas and
north of Canton, the home of the world’s largest flea market. The second of
four children, she was the only daughter of Sarah Stinson and Jim Hogg. The
Hoggs were a family who celebrated public service. Thomas Hogg, her
great-grandfather, served in the state legislatures of three states – Georgia,
Alabama, and Mississippi. Her grandfather, Joseph Lewis Hogg, served in the
Congress of the Republic of Texas and was one of the authors of the Texas State
Constitution. When Ima was four, her
father, a lawyer and former DA, was elected Texas Attorney General. They moved
to Austin where Ima was enrolled in kindergarten. Four years later, in 1890,
Jim Hogg was the first native born Texan to be elected governor of the state.
They moved into the Governor’s Mansion in January of 1891. Built in 1855, the
mansion had been allowed to run down. The Hogg family saw to its restoration.
Ima did her part. Among her duties was to pry chewing gum from the furniture
and door facings.
Ima
and her brothers were rowdy little youngsters. She particularly favored sliding
down the bannisters at the Governor’s Mansion. Her parents overlooked this
rambunctious pastime until brother Thomas cut his chin. In response to the
accident, Big Jim nailed tacks down the center of the railing, a fairly strong
deterrent – ouch! The holes from these remained visible in the bannisters for
decades.
Here
is a photo of the governor’s mansion today.
Ima
and her brothers loved animals and their own private little zoo included dogs,
cats, raccoons, possums, birds, a parrot, and a Shetland pony. They often would
conduct a mini circus on the grounds of the mansion – until Ima was caught
charging each visitor five cents. Big Jim made her return the money and directed
the children to keep their entertainment private or free. Later, they added a
bear, a fawn, a cockatoo and two ostriches named Jack and Jill. Ima would ride
Jill until Will hit it with a slingshot, causing her to take a rather traumatic
spill.
As
a funny aside, one of the first examples of ‘fake news’ – a term I abhor, by
the way – was two journalists who wrote a tongue in cheek piece about Governor Hogg
and Senator William Jennings Bryan having an ostrich race. This notorious event
was supposed to be routed from the Texas Capitol south down Congress Avenue to
the Colorado River. Of course, knowing the Hogg’s owned Jack and Jill gave
credence to the report. However, the journalist thought it would be obvious the
article was all in fun because Big Jim weighed over 300 pounds and no ostrich
alive could bear his weight. After much hoopla, nationwide attention, and bets
being laid – the article had to be redacted, corrected, and an explanation
given. In 2002, children’s authors Margaret Olivia McManis and Bruce Dupree
published a picture book called Ima and the Great Texas Ostrich Race, a
fictionalized account where Ima was the one who rode the ostrich. If she’d
lived to see this, she probably would’ve purchased a copy.
This
is a photo of Ima’s father, the 20th Governor of Texas.
Considering
the title of this article, I’d like to stop in recounting the facts of her life
and talk about her name. As one who takes the business of selecting a name so
seriously, it is hard for me to imagine a father making such a selection. I’ve
witnessed parents testing out names with great care, especially if the last
name is a problem one. For example, take the last name Butts or Butt. I’ve
personally known several people by the name. I worked for a John Butts when I
was an accountant in Beaumont. The most famous of the Butt family in our area
is the founder of the hugely successful grocery chain HEB. The letters H-E-B
stand for his name, Harold Edward Butts, but for some reason, his family chose
to call him by the nickname Harry. See this sentence copied straight from the
Wikipedia article on the man.
Howard "Harry"
Butt was youngest of the three sons born to Charles Butt, a pharmacist from
Memphis and Florence Thornton Butt.[1] The family moved to
the drier climate of Kerrville, Texas due to his father's tuberculosis, and in
1905, his mother opened a small grocery store below their apartment.
****My
readers please note the town Kerrville – home of the Hell Yeah! McCoy Ranch. YAY!
Anyway,
if I were Florence, I would not have chosen Harold as my son’s name – with the
distinct possibility of it being shortened to Harry. I probably would've gone
with something like Kevin or Keith. More than likely, I would’ve turned down
Charles’ proposal of marriage.
Anyway,
back to Ima.
Even
today, she is still known as The First Lady of Texas. Every governor’s wife who
came along after her father left the office has had to live in the shadow of
Ima Hogg. (Ha! I first typed Ima Butts, which would’ve been another unfortunate
choice.) She might’ve been given an unfortunate name, but she did not lead an
unfortunate life. Ima was a leader of American society, a famed philanthropist,
a patron and collector of the arts, and an advocate of civil rights and mental
health issues. She donated works by Picasso, Klee, and Matisse to the Houston
Museum of Fine Arts and was asked by President Eisenhower to serve on the
committee to create the Kennedy Center in Washington. She also served at the
request of Jacqueline Kennedy on a task force to locate historical furniture for
the White House.
I
will mention other of her accomplishments a little later – right now, back to
that name. Ima Hogg. After her birth, Ima’s father wrote to his brother, “Our
cup of joy is now overflowing! We have a daughter of as fine proportions and of
as angelic mien as ever gracious nature favor a man with, and her name is Ima!
Ima,
as well as her family, always insisted that her father, Big Jim Hogg, didn’t
get the connotation of the combined effect of her first and last names. If he
could’ve seen into the future at the merciless heckling she would receive –
surely he would’ve chosen differently.
Yet,
the name, Ima, was taken from a poem written by her uncle, Thomas Hogg, called The
Fate of Marvin, an epic Civil War poem. When word spread through the
family of the name’s selection, and news spread slowly in those days – her
grandfather Stinson rode his horse fifteen miles to stop the christening, but
he didn’t make it in time. Her older
brother, William, oft came home from school with a black eye or a bloody nose
from defending her ‘good name’. She bore it as proudly as she could until a few
months before her death when she insisted people start calling her Imogene. Her
final passport read Ima Imogene Hogg.
She
always strove to downplay her unusual name by signing it illegibly and having
her personal stationary labeled simply, Miss Hogg. A rumor persisted
throughout her life that she had a sister named Ura Hogg, but this was not
true. Throughout her life she received letters asking her this inane question,
yet she always replied in the negative with grace and dignity.
Her
father left public office in 1895 and shortly thereafter, her mother came down
with tuberculosis. She died the same year. There is also great evidence that
Sarah, Ima’s mother, suffered with depression and Ima succumbed to the same
terrible malady after her mother passed. She also endured another bout with
mental illness after the stress of the 1918 flu pandemic. I guess we can all
relate to this. As a sufferer of anxiety disorder myself, I know how a person’s
outlook on mental problems can change – after you experience it personally. I
can attest to the fact that I did not fully understand the condition until it
hit me like a ton of bricks. I used to think those diagnosed with mental
illness were weak or lacking in some way. Now, I know your mind can do some
strange things to you. Even when I could sit down and say, ‘nothing is wrong
with you’, I could not prevent the feelings I faced. My outlook has changed. So
did Ima’s. After watching her mother suffer and suffering herself, she put her
money where her mouth was and in later years donated millions to the University
of Texas in Austin to create the Hogg Foundation for Mental Health, an
organization that is still doing great work today.
After
her mother’s death, Ima became her father’s hostess in all of his political and
business dealings. She took her duties seriously and performed with aplomb and
grace. In 1898, she traveled with Big Jim to Hawaii where they met Queen
Liliuokalani and attended the ceremony when Hawaii became the 49th
state in the United States. Once they prepared to return to the mainland, they
were scheduled to sail to Seattle. Demonstrating a distinct psychic ability, at
the last minute, Ima sobbed and refused to board the ship. She begged her
father to book them other accommodations because of an ‘awful feeling’. He gave
in and they took another ship to California – where they learned the original
vessel was lost at sea with no survivors.
Good
call, Ima.
One
of Ima’s many gifts was music. She’d begun taking lessons at the tender age of
three. These lessons continued at a private school before she enrolled at the
University of Texas in Austin where she also studied German, Old English, and
Psychology. She oft commented that ‘no college freshman was even more immature,
more unprepared, or more frightened than I’. Apparently, she quickly recovered.
She helped inaugurate the first sorority on the UT campus. After studying two
years in Austin, 1899 to 1901, she then moved to New York City to train at the
National Conservatory of Music.
Her
time in New York came to an end when her father was injured in a train accident
in 1905. Ima moved home to nurse him back to health, but he succumbed to his
injuries when she discovered him dead in bed in March of 1906. After his death,
she traveled to Vienna, Austria to study under famed musician, Xavier
Scharwenka. Upon her return to Texas, she taught music for nine years. One of
her pupils was concert pianist, Jacques Abram. She also worked to establish and
manage the Houston Symphony Orchestra, serving as President of the Symphony
Society for a dozen years.
Before
Big Jim’s death, he’d bought a property located southwest of Houston called the
Varner Estate, a 4600-acre farm that raised cotton, sugar cane, and cattle.
He was convinced there was oil on the land – and he was right, but it wasn’t discovered until 14 years after his death. Prior to the search for oil, Ima and her brothers wanted to sell the place – until it was discovered Big Jim’s will stipulated that the property could not be sold until 15 years after his death. Good thing – when drilling was done and the wells came in, Ima and her brothers became very wealthy indeed. Unlike some, they used the money wisely. Because of their generosity, at their feet can be laid the credit for the 1600-acre urban Memorial park in downtown Houston, the Houston Arboretum and Nature Conservatory, River Oaks, and Bayou Bend Museum of Fine Arts. All gifts to the people of Texas
They
also made the real estate deal that gave Houston Bayou Place, City Hall, the
downtown public library, Jones Hall, Jones Plaza, the Hobby Center, and the
entire Houston Theater District.
Ima
herself founded the Houston Child Guidance Center, as well as the
aforementioned Hogg Foundation of Mental Health. She successfully ran for a
seat on the Houston School Board in 1943 where she worked to remove gender and
race as a criteria for determining pay. She also created art education programs
for African American students. When she died in 1975, the Ima Hogg Foundation
was the major beneficiary of her will and carries on her work today. Sadly, Ima
never married – although she wasn’t without romantic attention, having received
over 30 marriage proposals. She just never followed through with any advances. Ima
once told someone that she had a fatal attraction to handsome men, but she knew
she’d choose unwisely. This probably wasn’t the truth. A more likely version of
the story was the fact her brother convinced Ima that she’d inherited mental
illness from her mother and if she married, she’d pass the malady on to her
children. Ima was most likely too afraid of the possibility to risk it.
Here
is a photo of Ima and another lady riding in a flower covered carriage for the No-Tsu-Oh
Festival – (Houston spelled backwards, by the way) – Houston’s used to be
version of a Mardi Gras parade.
Long
time friend, David Warren, the first curator of Bayou Bend described Ima as
‘small, dainty, and feminine – smart, sharp, and knowledgeable – all rolled
into one. This is a description any of us would be proud to own.
All
of her life, she maintained a conscientious effort to dignify other people. For
example, one morning in 1914, Ima was awakened by someone coming into her room.
She discovered a burglar attempting to steal her jewelry. Instead of calling
the police, she talked the man into giving her back the jewelry, then proceeded
to write down a name and address so he could go out and get a job she promised
to arrange. When asked why she would take such a risk, she replied that he
didn’t appear to be a bad man. Now, this is not to say she wasn’t human.
Although a woman of unfailing politeness, she did have her adversaries. One of
them was another pianist by the name of Arthur Rubinstein, who oddly enough was
commissioned to entertain at her 90th birthday party. Prior to this,
he’d referred to her as a tiresome old woman and she responded by referring to
him as a pompous old man.
All
in all, Ima was a generous benefactor, who believed inherited money was a
public trust, especially money gained from the reserves of the land. She has
been described as compassionate by nature, progressive in her outlook, concerned
with the welfare of all Texans, a zealous proponent of mental health care, and
committed to public education.
Ima
died on August 19, 1975 at the age of 93 from a heart attack. She’d been in
London at the time and fell getting into a taxi. She died in a London hospital
a day or two later, reportedly not from the fall. It’s odd though how often
these types of traumas will bring on other health events that prove deadly.
Upon receiving word of her passing, the University of Texas here in Austin
declared two days of mourning and flew all flags at half-staff. She is buried
in the Oakwood Cemetery in Austin and her work lives on.
During
her life she received many accolades, honors, and recognitions. One of the ones
I think would’ve meant the most to her was given in 1963 by a former Governor
of Texas named Allan Shivers. He presented her with the University of Texas
Distinguished Alumnus Award, the first woman thus honored – and said this about
Miss Ima:
"Some
people create history, some record it, and some restore and conserve it. She
has done all three." Not so bad for a heroine with an unfortunate name.
Thank
you for listening – watch for a new release of mine – the revamped, restored,
and rejuvenated A WISHNG MOON. What was once a paranormal erotic romance, is
now a cozy mystery! By the way, the heroine’s name is a pretty one…Arabella
Landry.
Thanks
for reading my ramblings,
Love,
Sable
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What a fascinating lady! And I'm like you, if I don't like the name I can't relate to the character.
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