His-story My dad tells stories of his parents.
My dad just finished telling me a story about when he was growing up that I'd never heard before.
My grandfather was a really great wood worker (knew that) and made a solid table for their family before heading out to sea for about a year and a half. Well my dad went down to Pike Place Market when he was about 14 or 15 and bought some throwing knives. He stood that table on it's end and used it for
Grandmother grew up in St. Lois She never saw white snow til she got to Ca
In St. Lois the snow is immediately covered with snow. so she never saw white snow on the ground
They lived in an apartment building in the early 30s that they were living in, and she had an entire floor of the building for a play area, all the walls knocked out -- had a collection of dolls, but they were all broken. From the ash pits, where people would put trash to be burned , another reason there was so much soot. She would find the broken dolls in the ash pits and she would collect them for her doll hospital.
She had a collection of elephants. But they were taken little by little by her children and probably sold off.
She was in the cannery, cutting peaches and the boys are bringing in crates of peaches and she saw one boy and said "oh i'm going tomarry him". Later she saw him on the levy near her house and pointed to him telling her mother "I'm going to marry him" and sure enough she did.
One date is all it took for them to be a permanent couple. So they ran off to Reno and got married. Probably Reno because he was living under an assumed name and wasn't in communication with his family and couldn't get permission. So they went to Nevada to get married, because he might have been too young and needed permission (don't think he was 21) ... maybe he was 20 and she was 19. They were more like peas in a pod than opposites attract.
didn't have any money, lived in a little white cabin on her father's property --- In Stockton CA. This is where my dad was born.
One time they were driving along the road and found a bag of onions on the side of the road, they lived off of that bag of onions and potatoes for a week.
She would make my gradfather hamburgers for lunch. She would make him two. One was for him and one was to sell. Everyday he would sell $.25
Then they moved north to McCloud, a railroad logging town, where my dad got a reputation for a troublemaker He got all kinds of nick names, Spike, Dynomite, WildCat . His favorite toy combination was a hammer and nails and he'd go around
His parents would go out walking every morning, to have a look at "THEIR" mountain to see how it was doing. It was theirs. Mt. Shasta.
My grandfather was a really great wood worker (knew that) and made a solid table for their family before heading out to sea for about a year and a half. Well my dad went down to Pike Place Market when he was about 14 or 15 and bought some throwing knives. He stood that table on it's end and used it for
Grandmother grew up in St. Lois She never saw white snow til she got to Ca
In St. Lois the snow is immediately covered with snow. so she never saw white snow on the ground
They lived in an apartment building in the early 30s that they were living in, and she had an entire floor of the building for a play area, all the walls knocked out -- had a collection of dolls, but they were all broken. From the ash pits, where people would put trash to be burned , another reason there was so much soot. She would find the broken dolls in the ash pits and she would collect them for her doll hospital.
She had a collection of elephants. But they were taken little by little by her children and probably sold off.
She was in the cannery, cutting peaches and the boys are bringing in crates of peaches and she saw one boy and said "oh i'm going tomarry him". Later she saw him on the levy near her house and pointed to him telling her mother "I'm going to marry him" and sure enough she did.
One date is all it took for them to be a permanent couple. So they ran off to Reno and got married. Probably Reno because he was living under an assumed name and wasn't in communication with his family and couldn't get permission. So they went to Nevada to get married, because he might have been too young and needed permission (don't think he was 21) ... maybe he was 20 and she was 19. They were more like peas in a pod than opposites attract.
didn't have any money, lived in a little white cabin on her father's property --- In Stockton CA. This is where my dad was born.
One time they were driving along the road and found a bag of onions on the side of the road, they lived off of that bag of onions and potatoes for a week.
She would make my gradfather hamburgers for lunch. She would make him two. One was for him and one was to sell. Everyday he would sell $.25
Then they moved north to McCloud, a railroad logging town, where my dad got a reputation for a troublemaker He got all kinds of nick names, Spike, Dynomite, WildCat . His favorite toy combination was a hammer and nails and he'd go around
His parents would go out walking every morning, to have a look at "THEIR" mountain to see how it was doing. It was theirs. Mt. Shasta.