Joseph
Harold Vann, born 31 May 1920 in Canton Texas, passed away on
24 December 2003 in Fort Worth Texas. He was the son of
Joseph Daniel Vann born 1886 in Kaufman Texas, and Myrtie Maybel
Vaughn born 1886 in Norcross Georgia.
He
is survived by his wife Franziska Schulze, son Daniel Lee Vann
of Los Angeles California, David Lawrence Vann of Voorhees New
Jersey, Donald Joseph Vann of Hastings Michigan, Charles Phillip
Vann of Vernon Texas, Linda Jo Vann of Euless Texas, and Robert
Doyle Vann of Fort Worth Texas. He had 12 grand children
and 9 great grandchildren. He will surely be missed by
all.
Joseph
Harold Vann was the Great Grandson of Major John Shepard Vann
of the First Cherokee Mounted Rifles during the Civil War, and
a Great Great Grandson of Rich Joe Vann, of the Cherokee Nation.
He was a published author of “Cherokee Rose on Rivers of Golden
Tears”, and a Charter Lifetime Member of the First Families of
the Cherokee Nation.
In
High School, during the Great Depression, he was a member of
the Drama Club and was the leader of the Political Debate Team. He
was a member of the Literary Club and always had a way with words,
not to mention his good looks and his charm.
His
love of music drew him to the sounds of the steel-guitar,
at which he excelled, and led him to form a band during the Big
Band Era. On many occasions, his small band was the lead-in
act for some of the biggest names in the field, Tommy Dorsey,
Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw, Guy Lombardo, Coleman Hawkins and
many others.
In
the late 1930's, his band had landed a contract to play for the
summer at the Grand Ballroom, the Swing Hot Spot of the era,
a floating dance hall on Lake Pontchartrain,
Louisiana. One of the band members had an old rag-top Buick that
would just about get them there, but on the drive down from Dallas,
the old car caught fire. The young men jumped out while
it was still rolling, landing in a ditch half full of water at
the side of the road. The car, with all of their instruments,
burned to a cinder, along with their hopes of fame and fortune. They
walked the rest of the way, hoping to borrow enough to buy some
more instruments and take the job. But by the time they arrived,
another band had taken their place.
By
1940, he was leading a local band at dance hall Hot Spots in
Dallas and Forth Worth, and playing solos on his double necked
Stella steel guitar. He was a strikingly handsome man and his
only flaw was that he walked with a pronounced limp. When
he was a small boy of 4 or 5, he was playing a game of King of
the Mountain with his siblings, on top of an old steamer trunk
in his parents home. During the game, he fell off the round
top of the trunk and broke his back. As a result of the
accident, he had a pronounced limp for the rest of his life.
When
the War broke out, his brothers marched off to battle and he
was left behind, "4 F" because of his childhood injury.
His brothers wrote home about the battles they were involved
in and always had the same complaint; there was never enough
equipment to fight efficiently. He helped the war effort
and his brothers, by organizing logistics for moving freight
by train and truck, across the country to the factories to manufacture
war materials for the soldiers in the Front Lines.
After
the war, he struggled to keep his job with so many able bodied
young men returning home. He stayed with the trucking business
for the rest of his life, and when he was forced to retire from
the freight business, he opened a private school to pass along
his knowledge to the next generation.
He
was married twice, had 4 sons from his first marriage of 12 years,
a daughter and son from the second marriage of 50 years. He
was a very patient man, always fair, always firm, and most often,
soft spoken. He lived every day in a way that would have
made his forbearers proud of him.
May
his ancestors welcome him home with open arms. |