Hoover, Ora Caroline

Lady Principal, Teacher of English and History, 1912-1915
B. S. Irving College, 1897; A. M. 1912; student in English at Columbia University, 1902.

Birth: Dec. 17, 1879, North Carolina, USA
Death: Aug. 6, 1942, Morganton, Burke County, North Carolina, USA

Daniel Rufus Hoover (1844 – 1912)
Louisa Tabitha Ramseur Hoover (1849 – 1926)

Herbert Oscar Hoover (1875 – 1876)
Annie Aubrey Hoover (1877 – 1962)
Aubrey Ramseur Hoover (1882 – 1936)
Olin Clyde Hoover (1884 – 1951)
George Summey Hoover (1889 – 1889)
Ray Campbell Hoover (1890 – 1956)

Oakwood Cemetery
Concord, Cabarrus County, North Carolina, USA

Source: www.findagrave.com, # 79925362.


Poems published in the Charlotte Observer (Charlotte, NC), September 12, 1909, p. 4.


She gathered the leaves that fluttered past,
Crimson and gold and brown.
Lightsome shadows each one cast,
As they fell so softly down.

Gayly some were red and bright,
A gorgeous carpet ‘neath the feet.
Girlhood, like these, full of light,
Had been her portion, just mete.

Gleaming yellow others yet told,
Of womanly toil, devotedly spent.
Glorious years hers that had rolled,
Fraught with success, generously lent.

Sere and brown, a few slowly dropped,
Of life and love reminders faded.
Tears fell as she quickly stopped –
With these her hands were laded.


Oft gathers a cloud at close of day,
Suddenly large, dark and fast.
And then the silver lining may
Prove the storm o’er at last.

Oft burdened, the heart’s full of woes,
That utter a ceaseless call.
And then God’s love into it goes –
Vanished away’s the gloomy pall.


The following is a letter written to Mrs. J. P. Caldwell, writer of the column “One Minute Interview”.

Charlotte Observer (Charlotte, NC), January 17, 1925, p. 6.

The Note of Pathos

Dear Mrs. Caldwell:

Those who scan your O. M. Page pleasurably may have read Charles Adams McGee’s “Twenty Years of Blindness” in which the writer makes a plea not for sympathy but for understanding. The reviewers pronounce this effort well done both philosophically and professionally. Perhaps these casual critics may also pause to consider a few lines by one who was suddenly deprived temporarily of visualization after 20 years of work as a teacher in the public high and preparatory schools.

Very cordially yours,
S. C. School for Deaf and Blind,
Cedar Springs, S. C.


With eager eyes the happy child
Bent low beside a picture book;
Alluring pages time beguiled,
Both toys and games he then forsook.

Years o’er the lad most quickly sped,
Life’s volume thick before him spread:
Some clear, others dim, leaflets turned
Other pleasures now he spurned.

Battered, shell-shocked, worn and thin,
By barrage and shrapnel and unhallowed din;
Unspent, the man gazed on paths untrod;
Read wistfully scenes from the Book of God.

– “O. C. H.”