Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Ernest Hjalmar Stjerndahl 1877-1965

B.  21 March 1877     Bottnaryd, Jonkoping, Sweden
D.  28 September 1965     Denver, Colorado
Buried:   Wheatridge, Colorado

Father:  unknown
Mother: Charlotta Anderson [Why not Andersdotter?]

Siblings:
   Thackla Alvina (aka Ellen) Peterson  1868
   Carl Victor Peterson  1873
   Frans Emil Peterson   1875
   John Walter Peterson   1878
   Olga Marie Peterson   ?

*** Thackla was Charlotta's daughter and Ernest was her son. We don't know the father.
       Carl, Frans and John were the children of John P. Peterson and Charlotta's sister Johanna.
       Olga was daughter of Charlotta and John Peterson.

Mar:  25 October 1899     Alma Christine Rudd      Ong, Nebraska
Mar:  23 July 1918            Florence Olida Moberg    Denver, Colorado

Children:
   Merrill Frithiof Sterndahl    1902
   Laurel Ernest Sterndahl     1905
   Lillian Genevieve Sterndahl     1915
   Doris Ernestine Sterndahl     after 1918



Ernest and Alma

Their home in Ong, Nebraska, l to r, Ernest, Laurel, Merrill, Alma (with two white rabbits) about 1908



1950?

[I don't have much information about Ernest, but here goes. See below for the info I was able to gather on Ernest's mother, step-father, and grandparents.]

Ernest's mother, Charlotta, immigrated from Bottnyard to the United States via Gothenberg on 1 December 1882. Her destination was recorded as Waterville, Kansas. Ernest's sister, Thackla, immigrated in August 1884. She was living with her mother.

Ernest immigrated, also through Gothenberg, on 6 April 1894. His destination was Grand Rapids. Ernest landed in Boston when he was 17 years old. He had been apprenticed to a cabinet-maker in Sweden when his mother left for the US. The dates don't work very well unless he was apprenticed at five years old. I suppose that is possible.

His mother Charlotta was living in Waterville and had married John Peterson, her sister Johanna's widower, and was raising Johanna's three children: Carl Victor, Frans Emil, and John Walter. Charlotta and John later had a daughter, Olga, together. Walter and Emil went to Murray, Utah. These are the uncles that Merrill and Laurel visited and worked with during their trip from Denver to Los Angeles.

Ernest went to Grand Rapids, Michigan, and stayed with a cousin for about a year. He had been going by the last name of Johnson (Jonsson?) but in Grand Rapids he began using Stjerndahl. He dropped the "J" when living in Denver in the 1920s. The 1920 census shows the Stjerndahls - Ernst, Florence, Merrill, and Laurel - living in Ong, Clay County, Nebraska. I don't know why his daughters Lillian Genevieve and Dorris were not listed. Ernest became a naturalized US citizen in 1908.

John Peterson, Olga, Charlotta Peterson
This is Charlotta's 1915 obituary:

Mrs. Charlotta Peterson was born in Sweden, March 5, 1843, and died at her home southeast of Waterville Saturday evening, January 30th, at the age of 71 years, 10 months and 25 days. She came to America and arrived at Waterville in December, 1882. January 24, 1883, she was married to Mr. J.P. Peterson. To this union two children were born, of whom one daughter, Olga, is left to mourn the loss of a beloved mother. She was confirmed in the Lutheran Church in Sweden and was a true believer in that faith until death, being a member of the Swedish Lutheran Church at Cottage Hill, at which place the funeral was held Thursday, February 4, and her remains laid to rest by the side of her husband in that cemetery.

John Peterson's February 1913 obituary:

     John P. Peterson was born in Asheda parish of Kronobergsolan, January 25, 1840, and died at his home three miles and a half northeast of Cottage Hill February 9. He was one of the early settlers and one of the charter members of the Swedish Lutheran Church, to which he has always been a faithful member.
     January 24, 1883, he was married to Charlotta Anderson. To this union two children have been born. Only one, Olga Marie, remains to mourn his loss. Mr. Peterson had been married once before to the sister of Mrs. Charlotta. To that union several children were born. His wife and his sons Carl, Emil, and Walter and his daughter Olga remain to mourn him.
     For more than a year he has suffered continually and it has been known for some time that he could not last much longer. He was ready to go and had his faith in the Lord and knew that he would be taken into the everlasting and real happiness in heaven with all saints and saved ones.
     He was buried from the Swedish Lutheran Church on Wednesday afternoon, Rev. Lonner conducting the funeral sermon, one in Swedish and one in English. A large gathering was present at his funeral. His boys, Emil and Walter, had come home from Utah to attend the funeral.



Anders Jonsson

B.  1 February 1801 in Bottnaryd Parish, Jonkoping, Sweden
D.  13 February 1871

He was a crofter [tenant farmer] living at Croft Klerebo under the Bottnaryd Vicarage.

He married Lisa Abrahamsdotter (B. 9 June 1811), who was also born in Bottnaryd.

Their children were:
   Johanna Cathrina Andersdotter, 6 December 1834
   Stina (Christina?) Andersdotter, 19 August 1837
   Johan Andersson, 15 April 1840
   Lotta (Charlotta) Andersdotter, 24 February 1843
   Anders Andersson, 12 January 1846
   Carl Andersson, 29 June 1848
   Thilda Andersdotter, 6 October 1853 (D. 10 April 1859)

Johanna Cathrina immigrated to the US in 1966. She was married to John Peterson. She died in 1882 and Charlotta came to the US to marry him.  I think that was a fairly common occurrence in those days.


Sunday, December 27, 2015

Pearl America Garland 1897-1996

B.   21 September 1897     Lebanon, Laclede Co., Missouri
M.  21 June 1916               Los Angeles, Calilfornia
D.   4 September 1996       Arcadia, California

Father: John Alexander Garland
Mother: Mary Catherine Barber (aka Molly)

Siblings:
     Mabel Claire Garland - 1889
     Amy Ethel Garland - 1891
     Nellie Jane Garland - 1893
     Augustus Hamlin Garland - 1895
     Gordon Hickman Garland - 1899
     Hazel Glenne Garland - 1902
     Faerie Belle Garland (aka Mickie) - 1905

Husband: Charles Clifford Adams

Children:
     Phyllis Jane Adams - 1916
     Patricia Glenne Adams - 1921
     Peggy Sharon Adams - 1933


Peggy and Cliff - Wedding Picture?

1920s ?

1930s?

 Sister Hazel, brother Gordon, Peggy and sister Nellie Garland - early 1980s?


Peggy with daughters Phyllis, Sharon, and Patti - 1990?


[At my request, in the 1980s, Peggy wrote up a very nice journal of her memories for me. Just before I started this blog, I spent days writing it all into a document on my computer. Now, when it's time to share it here, I cannot find the document. I know I saved it because it took days to write it up. I hope my computer guy will be able to find it for me as soon as he returns from his holiday visit to the US.]

[Although her political beliefs were different from his, Peggy was very proud of her brother Gordon. Below is an article from the 22 May 1986 Visalia Times-Delta that describes his political career.]

FORMER ASSEMBLY SPEAKER GARLAND DIES

Woodlake - Former speaker of the state assembly Gordon Hickman Garland, who one legislator said "brought us city slickers a lot of good advice," died of a heart attack Tuesday night in Exeter Memorial Hospital.

Garland, 88, was a long-time lobbyist, grower, and a Democratic member of the California Assembly from 1936 to 1940, holding the speaker's post in 1940-42.

Garland was a member of Governor Earl Warren's cabinet and state director of the California Highway Patrol and the Department of Motor Vehicles from 1942 to 1945.
He was a lobbyist for the California Water Association, the Golden Gate Bridge District, California Chiropractic Association and a dental group.

He ran unsuccessfully for the State Board of Equilization in the 1940s and once considered running for governor.

As an Assemblyman he was one of ten sponsors of the Central Valley Project, which brought irrigation water to the San Joaquin Valley, and assisted in the organization of the Stone Corral Irrigation District.

Senator Rosa Ann Vuich, D-Dinuba, said she has known Garland for many years, living near his Woodlake area ranch.

"He was well-respected as a lobbyist, especially on water issues," she said. "I looked to him for his advice concerning water issues."

News of his death came as "quite a blow," she said.

Most recently, Garland was active locally in the effort to thwart State Reclamation Board plans to impose restrictive building regulations in the Cottonwood Creek and St. John's River floodway.

Louise Hill, who lives near the Garlands' groves and is active in the campaign, said "I'm very sorry he passed away. We needed him now. We do need Gordon. We need him bad."

He was to speak to members of the board in Visalia Wednesday evening.

In the legislature, Garland was a conservative who clashed openly with Governor Colbert Olson. After he and nine other Democrats sided with Republicans to take over the majority of the Legislature in the "Economy Bloc," Garland's first act as speaker was to rip a phone out of the podium that had a direct line to the governor's office.

He saved the phone, had it bronzed with an inscription that read, "They do not answer any more."

Later, a legislative investigation revealed the governor's office paid for the bugging of his hotel room. Garland told a reporter in 1983, "The whole country was incensed, it was very much like Watergate."

State Senator Ralph C. Dills, D-Gardena, was first elected to the State Senate in 1939 and said when Garland was named Speaker, "he kicked me off as chairman of the education committee.

"He was an advocate and a friend. He was very strong-willed and an expert in the field of water conservation. He brought us city slickers a lot of good advice and help.

"He had one of the strongest handshakes and grips. You wouldn't want to wear a ring when he shook your hand with that powerful grip. He was kind of a Western man."

Dills said Garland had a "political wisdom that was very rare... He certainly will be missed in Sacramento. His death is a great loss. He lived a wonderful life and was a happy guy."

Tulare County Historian and former Exeter Sun publisher Joe Doctor has known Garland since his days in the legislature, and said, "he was quite a congenial and gregarious kind of man. We supported him in the election. We didn't like the other guy."

Garland was also a sportsman who hunted throughout the world. Doctor said it was Garland who tracked down the body of an Army pilot who crashed his plane in the forest near Oriole Lake in the 1920s.

"He had a lot of fun in the Legislature," Doctor said.

Garland also served as chairman of the State Highway Commission, chairman of the Toll Bridge Authority, and chairman of the commission on Inter-State Cooperation.

He was a charter member of the "Derby Club" where lobbyists and legislators meet for lunch at Posey's Cottage in Sacramento every Tuesday. His picture is on the wall of the restaurant.

Vuich was the first woman invited to join the club, of which Garland remained an active member. He had last attended a meeting of the club several weeks ago.

Judge James D. Garibaldi,  a lobbyist who served in the legislature with Garland and was also a member of the Derby Club said, "He was a fine gentleman whose word was as good as his honor."

One of Garland's neighbors, Bob VanHoy hunted with him for several years. "He was an excellent shot. He was loaded with good stories."

Vuich said that when Garland spent a lot of time in Sacramento, he would stop in her office  and say, "What's new in the neighborhood? Sometimes he would come in and talk about things in the Cutler-Orosi Woodlake area."

Dills said Garland had "plenty of moxie and strength."

Lobbiest Jack Cross said Garland was a "very courtly gentleman of the old school, a distinguished elder statesman."

Garland was born in Lebanon, Missouri, and moved to Tulare County is 1918.

He is survived by his wife, Chinina, a step-son, Frederick Ronstadt of Mexico City; and three daughters, Alice Wilson of Visalia, Letha Martin of Woodlake, and Barbara Ogilvie of Sacramento.

He is also survived by three sisters, 13 grandchildren, ten great-grandchildren, and one great-great grandchild.

Services will be held Saturday at 2 p.m. at Hadley Funeral Chapel. His body will be cremated and interment will be at Belmont Memorial Park in Fresno.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Charles Clifford Adams (1895 - 1954)




b.  3 January 1895    Los Angeles, California

m.  21 June 1916    Los Angeles, California  to Pearl (Peggy) America Garland
d.   18 January 1954    Glendale, California

Father:  Frank Benson Adams
Mother: Fredonia Maston Clifford

Siblings:  Allan Armstrong Adams
               Keith Kenyon Adams
               David Douglas Adams

Children:  Phyllis Jane Adams
                Patricia Glenne Adams
                Peggy Sharon Adams





Peggy and Cliff








[The following is an article from a publication called "Ambition: A Journal of Inspiration to Self Help," put out by International Correspondence Schools of Scranton, Pennsylvania. It was written about Clifford Adams in 1927. Sorry, it is very old and one corner of a page is missing.]

"Night Firing" in the Battle of Life by H. F. White

The artillery in the World War was seldom content to halt its work with the coming of darkness. The thunder of the guns continued into the night, and the sullen horizon was often red with the intermittent flash, flash of batteries hurling shells on enemy strongpoints.

The Allies never knew when to "call it a day." They kept pounding away at the job, knowing no time clock or five o'clock whistle, heedless of everything but the great task before them. And they got results - big results! Powerful enemy opposition broke and crumbled under the constant hammering of their shells, and victory perched on their banners.

"Night firing" - a never-ceasing attack on the problems that confront him - is as important to the success of any individual as to that of an army. "Night firing" sweeps away obstacles. "Night firing" paves the way for advancement. "Night firing" gets results. Many successful men testify to that, and C. Clifford Adams, well-known Los Angeles electrical engineer, is one of them.

"I estimate that my evening hours, in the past seventeen years, have been worth more than $40,000 to me," says Mr. Adams, who began at a wage of $5 a week and is now owner-manager of a large and growing business. Ever since that modest beginning he has concentrated the fire of his mental batteries, night and day, on the obstacles in his way. He is still doing it, still spending many spare hours in work and study, and he means to continue. He has no intention of giving to those mental batteries the command "cease firing." For to the man who keeps pace with progress there are always new problems to meet, fresh obstacles to overcome.

"My earliest ambition was to be a locomotive engineer," says Mr. Adams, recalling the days of his boyhood. That was an ambition shared in common with the great majority of American boys. And, no wonder! To pilot a rushing monster of steel and steam is an ambition to thrill the imagination of everybody - and many men. Doubtless Mr. Adams would have made an excellent success of the great business of railroading - his bent was decidedly mechanical - but various elements were at work to turn him to other fields of activity.

"My grandfather," he says, "wanted me to be a civil engineer. I thought civil engineering included steam and electrical work and it appealed to me. But father thought a business course in high school would give me a good groundwork for whatever line I decided to follow, so I began that."

Then a chance offered to go to work in a grocery store, and he left school to get the practical experience. He had been there some months when a friend returning from Alaska stirred him with his accounts of the chances in that northern land for men trained in motorboat repair and construction work. The lad promptly enrolled for an evening course in automobile work. And there began the long years of spare-time application that have paid such handsome dividends.

Mr. Adams chuckles as he tells of his enrollment. "When I went downtown to sign up for the course, my step-mother thought I was going to enter dancing school," he says. "She had always urged me to develop the social side of my nature, and she thought dancing school would help to do it. But social affairs never held any great attraction for me, and mechanics did, so I elected to spend my evenings listening to motor music rather than to dance music."

The automobile course interested Adams so much that in 1910 he gave up the job in the grocery store and began to follow his mechanical bent by taking a job with the U. S. Electric Company, in Los Angeles. The wage, $5 a week, wasn't much, but he was doing the thing he liked to do, and he put his feet firmly on the first rungs of the ladder of success when he took that place.

He was inquisitive about the why and wherefore of everything he did, and everlastingly active in his quest for knowledge. "I made friends with the men in the shop." he says. "and they gave me a great deal of information. Later on, when I began to take on more difficult work, these friendships were increasingly valuable.

It was worth a great deal to be able to consult with men of excellence and wide experience on problems of design or construction that puzzled me. The man who makes himself agreeable to his fellow workmen in any job not only makes his daily task more pleasant, but vastly increases his opportunities for self-improvement as well."

The young man began working out designs and problems in the shop, and soon discovered that a knowledge of drafting would be of great practical value to him. So he enrolled for a drafting course. There were those in the shop, and among his friends outside, who laughed at him for thus working overtime. For them, the day was done when the whistle blew. They didn't realize the value of night firing.

"I set myself a program of two hours a night, five nights a week, for study," says Mr. Adams, "and I stuck to it. After putting in my nine hours at the shop I would go home, wash up, have my supper, and sit down at once to my books. Usually I could get to my studying about seven o'clock. I worked right through until nine or a little after, and then went to bed. I had to be at the shop at 7 A.M., and I figured I couldn't afford to cheat myself on sleep.

"Saturday night I kept open for recreation, and I guess I enjoyed it twice as much because I knew that I had put in a good, full week. A certain amount of play, of recreation, is necessary to every one, but the young fellow who gives all his evenings to enjoying himself isn't going to get far. He will come to the point where he won't have much to enjoy himself on.

"Plenty of gray-haired old fellows are working along from day to day, at a small wage, because they hadn't the foresight, and the will power, to use their spare time to advantage when they were young. They work in constant fear of the blue envelope, which usually shows up sooner or later. Old and penniless! Pretty tough, but they have only themselves to blame. They were too careless with their play hours."

Mr. Adams took on more and more work at the shop, and kept up his studying, until one evening the boss said to him: "You'd better show up with a white collar, tomorrow."

"How come?" asked Adams.

The boss explained that the company's draftsman was leaving. He had learned that Adams was studying drafting, and he asked him to bring his drafting instruments and finish a job on which the other man had been working. Adams did. He finished that job and others. He was getting $6 a week then, and this was increased to $7.

"I worked for quite a while at $7," he smiles, "and, sometimes, with the press of work, I thought I was abused. But I kept in mind my Dad's advice that experience was worth everything, and I stuck to the job at $7 and said nothing. And then, one payday, I found $12 in my pay envelope instead of $7, and I decided it had paid pretty well to keep pounding away."

In 1912 Adams enrolled for the I.C.S. course in Electrical Engineering, and with increasing knowledge came increased pay and greater responsibilities. He was working in the machine shop and in the drafting room, and when the man in charge of the winding and testing department died, he took on that job, too. But that wasn't enough. He began to be sent out on field work as well, making estimates on machinery installations and changes.

In the shop he found much interest in working out new designs. This he did partly by established principles and partly by the "cut and try" method. When the work in the drafting room, and conferences over technical points, still left doubt, he "knew his stuff" so well that he could take the job into the shop and by actually making and testing of the device discover its good and bad features, and thus work toward a perfect product. The plant is still making essentially the same motor that he designed for them.

Meantime, the night work went on. He learned how to study to the best advantage. He began to use the time spent on the street car each morning and evening in study, as well as the hours at home. Keeping up his schedule of five nights a week, two hours a night, he finished the five year I.C.S. course in Electrical Engineering in three years and ten months.

"I discovered a lot of things about studying," he said. "I taught myself to concentrate on everything I did. There would come times when I couldn't seem to do this, when I would get tired or sleepy, and my mind would wander away from my work in spite of all my efforts. I found that at such times, the best thing was to drop the work, for the time being, and pick up a fiction story or some other light reading. After a half hour or so with the story, I would be able to go back to my work with new energy and interest.

"But let me say a word of warning to those who may think of trying this method - don't get so interested in your fiction that you forget to go back to work! Use the light reading as a means to an end, but don't let it throw you off the track.

"There are so many things that will throw a man off the track unless he keeps close watch. But when the temptation comes to neglect your study, just picture in your imagination, the things you want to accomplish by that study. Picture, too, where you are likely to be at 60 if you just slide along. And don't ever think that tomorrow will do as well as today to begin plugging, because it won't.

"The thing I have always tried to do in my reading and studying is to teach myself to think. I try to get the salient facts, and to learn how to put those facts to practical application in my work. I don't try merely to learn a lot of stuff by heart. And in the manner of formulas I find it better not to cram a lot of them into my head. When I need to use a certain formula I know where I can find it, and the book is handy. Use your brain to think with, to get the meat out of what you hear and read, and not merely as a warehouse of assorted facts.

"I believe," he continued, "that the public schools would do their pupils a far greater service if they taught them to think, and to see the meaning and the practical application of the things they are studying. The brains of a lot of students are like sponges, soaking up facts and information without the slightest idea of how to use them.

"It is really surprising what a man can do with his mind if he isn't afraid to make it work. The brain is like a muscle; it grows by exercise. I found that the more I studied the more efficient I became. Things that I couldn't do at all in the beginning became easy. For example, by practice I came to be able to do the cube root of six or seven figures in my head. By concentrating I could see the figures as clearly as though they were on paper before me. What you can do with your brain depends on what you want to do with it, and how hard you are willing to work."

Mr. Adams remained with the U.S. Electric Company for five years. He was a lad of fifteen when he began; a green hand knowing virtually nothing of electrical work. When he left the company, at twenty, he was at home, and valuable, in almost any department of the business.  Night study had enabled him, in five brief years, to overcome obstacles that most men never get past in a lifetime of routine effort.

He went to Phoenix, Arizona, where he specialized in auto magneto work. He remained there five years. He kept up his correspondence courses, adding new ones from time to time. Thus he studied the subject of efficiency, character analysis, business administration, and others as well. For a time, in Phoenix, he taught a class of young shopmen, who paid him $1 per hour each for the instruction.

His I.C.S. textbooks are on the shelves of his reference library today, and they show marks of constant use. Mr. Adams never went to college, but he has a better technical library than most graduates of technical institutes, and he knows what the books contain.

He keeps his library in his shop, ready to hand at any moment. There is one large bookcase of five shelves, filled with books, and ---------------- volumes on another shelf ------------ library are the books of all the various correspondents and night school courses he has taken, and he has taken six. All of them have to do, directly or indirectly, with his business. For this member of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers is a specialist. Underline that word "specialist" in red ink, for it is the secret of the success of many men of achievement - concentration on one certain line of effort, just as artillery concentrates its fire, for maximum effect.

"Let a man choose the work he likes to do, and then put the whole of himself into it, until he knows it from the inside out and from the outside in, and he will not only succeed in it, but he will find it more and more interesting as time goes on," says Mr.Adams.

"I find that a good way to avoid monotony is to try, on every job I tackle, to discover some new and better way to do it. If a man goes on, day after day, doing the same old thing in the same old way, letting his hands work while his brain sleeps, he gets sick of his job. And then he begins to think of getting some other kind of work, where he imagines there will be more interest.

"But it will be the same old story, most likely, in anything he tackles. As soon as the work becomes automatic he loses interest. If he will put his mind on what he is doing, trying to improve his method, he will do the work better and better, and it will never grow monotonous."

But of course, as Mr. Adams discovered a long time ago, you can't very well figure out better ways of doing a thing unless you have a fund of information regarding that thing, and unless you know how to think. And that brings us right back to the matter of spare time work. Mr. Adams began getting down to brass tacks with that first automobile course, and he has been digging deep into his specialty ever since.

More than $40,000 - that's the estimate he places on his spare time work. Let's figure that out. Spread over the seventeen years since he left school, it amounts to about $2,400 per annum. Of course it didn't begin yielding big money returns at once. That kind of progress takes time to gain momentum. At $7 a week this young man doubtless had moments of discouragement, when he was tempted to quit the whole thing. Then the spare time work began to pay dividends - in cold cash. It has been paying dividends ever since, bigger and bigger as the years go on.





Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Mary Alta Wilkins (1909-1994)

B. 15 March 1909     Washington, Utah
D.  18 August 1994   Auburn, California

Mother: Mary Ann Elizabeth Waters
Father: Judson Heber Wilkins

Siblings: Walter Bagshaw (half-brother)
              Zella Bagshaw (half-sister)
              (3 more babies died at birth)
              Heber Bensen Wilkins
              Adelia Wilkins (died at age 11)

Mar.    24 June 1929     Los Angeles, California      Laurel Ernest Sterndahl
           15 Dec 1942.     Los Angeles, California      Merrill Frithiof Sterndahl

Children: Kenneth Laurel Sterndahl
               Dennis Merrill Sterndahl


           

I don't know the year, but she was pretty young

Merrill and Alta wedding reception, 1942

Merrill and Alta

late 1980s or early 1990s
[Alta wrote this memory journal about 1990 after a request by her great-niece Pam Rogers Stinson.]

I dedicate this to my wonderful mother, Mary Ann Elizabeth Waters Bagshaw Wilkins. She was born January 27th, 1868, in Beaver, Utah. Mother was some less than five feet tall. She probably was five feet when she was young. Brownish hair. Grey eyes. Her hair would probably be on the thin side.

Mother was happy and a wonderful caring person. She was widowed for the second time when I was six years old. She was first married to Walter S. Bagshaw. They had five children. They lost three babies. They raised two, Walter and Zella Bagshaw. Their first son was Walter S. Bagshaw, born 23 December 1890. Their daughter Zella was born 7 October 1896.

Mother's second husband was Heber Judson Wilkins. Their first child was Heber Benson Wilkins born 29 November 1901. Their daughters Adelia, born 4 November 1904 and Mary Alta, 15 March 1909.

Mother had a wonderful memory. Wish I had one half as good. She did not have time for much of anything except to work as her parents had a large family. She only had two years of schooling. Remember, this was back in 1868. She used to work for a lady who paid her with material. This lady had her mop the floors with milk or cream as they didn't have such things as wax. She was a small little lady and it hurts me to think of the hard time she had raising her family. Eight children in all. She lost three at birth. She was completely honest in everything she ever did. She didn't have much but she always paid her tithing. This was very important to her. She had her home in Delta, Utah. My sister's husband built it for her with the help from my brother Heber. 

Heber worked to buy material as well as working on the house. When Zella and I had her come to California to live, she gave the home to him. He had a large family and I am getting ahead of my story. 

When Zella was young she went to Salt Lake to live with my brother Walter and his wife Della. She got her first job with Sweets Candy Co. She worked dipping chocolates. She met Robert Graham and they fell in love and married. Walter and Della eventually moved back to Delta. Mother had a large piece of property that she divided into four pieces. She gave Walter his and he built his home on it. Bob and Zella in time moved back to Delta and they, in turn, built a home on theirs. Heber was to have the piece where the home stood, and of course there was a piece for me. Things changed during the years. I came to California and I gave mine to Heber. 

Our brother Walter died at 34 years old and his wife sold their home and she took her family to Idaho to live. Zella and Bob came to California. In due time they sent for me to come to them as Zella was ill. Bob asked mother to let me come to be with her. This is why I arrived in California at age 16. I am now 81 years old as of March 15, 1990. I have two sons, 5 grandchildren, and 9 great-grandchildren.

I will try to give a little history of our homes through the years.

Washington, Utah, I have no memory of as our family moved to Hinkley, Utah. My dad had a brother Fred who lived there and he wanted Dad to come there to live. It was a pretty town, old but lots of beautiful trees. Uncle Fred had a large family. He had several redheads in it. My brother Heber had red hair and no freckles. I didn't have red hair but I got the freckles.

Our home is not too clear in my mind, but I think it was a tent house. I remember Mother saying your home is your home even if you live In a tent.

When my dad died I was almost six years old. Another brother of his Uncle Jim, with Aunt Martha, wanted Mother to come to Delta to be near them. That home was a small house. I remember it had tar paper on it. It also had a cellar. 

I was still young when Bob built Mother's home. I am 14 years younger than Zella. We felt like we had a mansion and it was a beautiful house. We had only one bedroom, livingroom, and large kitchen. Heber slept in the livingroom, Mother and I in the bedroom. Years later when Mother came to California and she had given Heber the home, he built another bedroom and a bathroom. They also had running water which we didn't have. They still had the wood and coal stove. Both Mother and Eva were good cooks. Mother made wonderful pies. Zella and I took after her for pie baking but we had an easier way of baking them.

I remember when we first got electricity. Also a big thrill when Heber bought a silver tone phonograph. This came from Sears in Salt Lake City. 

(Pam, I am jumping all around with this. I am surprised at myself that I told you I would try to do this for you. Please be patient with me. At 81 this has been a big job.)

More about my mother. She was given so many names Mary Ann Elizabeth Waters plus two married names, so you can understand why she gave your Nana one [Zella]. I had two - Mary Alta. She wanted to give me only one but these circumstances came up. My mother and her sister Martha married two brothers. My dad was Jud and his brother Jim. The two sisters had babies 2 hours and 45 minutes apart. Since we were so close in time of birth, as well as blood relationship, Aunt Martha wanted us to have twin names. Mother wanted me to be Mary but Aunt Martha would not settle for Marion. So they settled on Mary Alta and James Alton. Needless to say, Alton and I grew up together and we're always very close.

My mother and father lived in Washington, Utah, when I was born. When I was two years old they moved to Hinkley, Utah. Dad had a brother Fred who lived there. Uncle Fred had a large family. I remember he had several red-headed children. My brother Heber had red hair and no freckles. I didn't have red hair but I got the pesky freckles. Oh, how I hated them!

I do not remember too much about my dad, but I do remember how I loved him. One day when I was playing in ashes left from a fire out in the yard, I lost my ring. It was only out of a Cracker Jacks or something like that, but I was broken-hearted. My dad got down on his knees and really searched for it, but needless to say we did not find it. Another time when I was in kindergarten, I came home crying and so scared and my dad took care of it. I was going home from school and some big boys told me they were going to cut my ears off. I didn't want to go back to school. My dad took me by the hand and we went back to the school. I don't know what he did about it but they never bothered me again. 

My dad died just before I turned six years old. His bother Jim persuaded Mother to bring her family to be near him and Aunt Martha. They lived in Delta, Utah. This was the couple who the two brothers married the two sisters. Uncle Jim, within a few years, passed away. This left the two sisters widowed. They were very close, like my sister Zella and I. Mother had a hard time making a living. The only thing she could do was take in washing and ironing. We had to haul our water from Aunt Martha's. There was no well on the property Mother bought. For a few years we had a large sugar factory built in Delta. Mother and Aunt Martha were lucky to get jobs. I know they sewed on large machines. I also know one of the jobs was making sugar sacks. In time the sugar beet growers and the factory owners were not able to come to an agreement and they moved the factory out of Delta.

When Heber married, he and his wife Eva lived with Mother and I. Eva was wonderful about helping Mother with the washing and ironing that Mother was forced to go back to doing. This was where Eva had most of her family. They had nine children. I speak of this again later in my writing.

Mother was a healthy little person but giving birth to her children was a very difficult time for her. I, her eighth child, was the only one she had a doctor for. Aunt Martha used to tell her how easily she gave birth but Mother was not so fortunate. I took after my mother as I nearly lost both of my babies and my own life. My Kenny and my Denny are my pride and joy. I have never stopped thanking my Heavenly Father for blessing me that I was spared to raise them. 

Laurel and I were married eleven years and at that time polio took him from us. Over two years later I married Laurel's brother Merrill. We have been married 47 years as of December 15. 

Mother was born in Beaver, Utah, and to my knowledge a team of horses and a wagon were their mode of traveling. After my dad died and we moved to Delta, walking was our way of traveling. We lived in town so we did not have far to go to church, school, markets, and post office. The train went through Delta. 

Heber taught me to dance when I was quite young and I taught my friends. I had a cousin who, through the years, thanked me over and over. He was a beautiful dancer - Robert Wilkins. He has been gone for a number of years. We had a large dance hall in town. It was also used as a skating rink. This brings to mind that I did more skating than walking. 

We lived for years with coal oil lamps and an outhouse. One Halloween it was dumped over. This was something that the boys did just for fun. 

I left Delta at age 16 and came to California to live with Zella and Bob in Los Angeles. I was not there very long when I was offered a job in a small grocery store that had a soda fountain, sundries, canned and fresh fruit and vegetables. It was quite a little market. Zella traded there and one day the owner asked her if she thought I would like to work for him and that is where I started my working years. 

I soon became home sick for Mother, Heber and my friends and wanted to return to Utah. Zella talked me into giving her enough money to come back to California if I decided I wanted to. I gave here the money but I knew in my mind I would not be back. Within two weeks, I had her send the money and I was glad to be back in L.A. I went back to work in the grocery store.

At this time Zella and I decided to have Mother come to California to live. It was two years before she made the move. I had decided to spread my wings and took the street car and went into Los Angeles. I got a job in a drugstore. I loved those big street cars and hated it when they were replaced by buses. That was years later.

Getting back to my job. One of our delivery men and I became acquainted. He wanted me to meet his friend, Lou. I was only five feet tall and did not care for tall men. Anyway, I asked him if this person he wanted me to meet was tall and he said yes. That fixed it. I refused to meet him. He kept after me for a long time. Then one day he had his wife come in and she introduced herself and we had a nice visit. She wanted very much for me to come to dinner and meet their friend. They both thought the world of him. I finally said yes. This Laurel was supposed to pick me up after work. He had a roadster. The fellow who came for me was friendly and nice and we got on our way. We only went about a mile or so and he got out and Laurel got in. These were brothers. Laurel had been getting a haircut and would have been late so he had Merrill pick me up and bring me to him. He told me it was love at first sight for him but it took me a little longer. Anyway, we met in September and were married the following June. We were deeply in love and eleven years was such a short time to be together. Laurel and I had two little sons, Kenneth Laurel and Dennis Merrill. We had so much to live for but it wasn't to be. 

Before Lou and I were married his dad wanted Merrill to come back to Denver to drive him and the family to Brockton, Massachesetts, so he was not able to stay for our wedding. During the time of our courtship, Merrill joined Lou and I on a lot of our dates as we went so many places: beaches, mountains, visiting friends of theirs in Long Beach and different places. Zella always included Mel when she had special dinners. 

Some months after Lou died, Merrill came back to California and we fell in love and married. My boys love him like a father and Mel says he couldn't love them more if they were his own. It has all worked out so beautifully. Mel was forty and I 33 when we were married and we are now 87 and 81. We have been married 47 years. Mel will be 88 on June 9, 1990.

The home Bob built for me after Lou died was a livingroom, two bedrooms, dining room. Extra large kitchen, lots of cupboards, large pantry and back porch. We had a double garage that Mel took over for a workshop. He was a machinist by trade and he had a lot of machines and tools in the garage. I don't think he had any idea of the help he was giving the boys as they grew up. They have each used a lot of what Mel taught them in their work. 

Kenneth at age 59 is retiring and buying a motor home so he and Sharon can travel and yet have their lovely home to come back to before starting all over again. Our Dennis is building a new home. The one they sold was beautiful. This one is even larger. We are so very proud of our sons and we love them and their families so much. Our two sons and their wives have given us five grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren.

Merrill and I moved to Redding, California, in 1969 after selling our home in Glendale. We bought a Fleetwood mobile home. We first lived in Park Villa mobile home park for 15 months, then we bought a lot in Summit City and had it moved to our new location. It is a 12' X 60' and has 2 bedrooms, 1 1/2 baths, livingroom, kitchen, and dining room combined. We love our home and the area. We have a market, barber shop, post office, and only 2 1/2 miles to Shasta Lake with 365 miles of shoreline. This is a beautiful lake. Mel loves to fish. He also does some fishing on the Sacramento River and Whiskytown Lake. He had no trouble retiring. He has a small workshop and always finds something to do. We never get bored. We go to Redding often. Have so many large malls and stores. Redding's population now tops 60,000 - 1990 estimate 63,412. When we came here 21 years ago, it was 18,500.

I just received a phone call from my niece Mae. She is the daughter of my brother Walter. She is the last one alive of Walter's family and I am the last one of Mother's family. Mae lives in Pocatello, Idaho. 

Walter's wife Della had Mae three months after I was born, which made me a very young aunt. When we were children, if Mae ever wanted to tease me, she would call me Aunt Alta. This is the same situation, Pam, that you and your mom had when she had Jeanne just before you had Jeff. I love hearing from Mae. 

Walter died when I was quite young and I have no pictures of him. Mae has promised she would send me one. I do not remember if Zella had any of him. He was a natural blonde and very handsome man. Your nana and he were both very good looking. I love my sister Zella so much. Mel and I speak of her often. We used to drive down and bring her up here. We did this twice a year. This was after she couldn't ride the bus anymore and she would not fly. Mel loved her like she was his sister, and when Lou was alive, he felt the same way. We have always been very close. After your Gramp died I was with her every day for one solid year. Then we rented our home and moved to downtown Glendale. We had an apartment about four blocks from her's. We spent lots of time together. I know how lonely she was as I had gone through the same experience when I lost Lou. 

In April of 1989 we drove to Southern California to be with Ken and Sharon. We were with them ten days. First we went to Palm Springs to see Tami and Kurt. Tamie had just had a new little baby girl, Ashlie, and her little brother Teter was two years old. Kurt has since married and we were with him on his wedding day. Dennis and Judy drove us to Reno for the wedding. We also went to Oceanside to see Louise and Ross. Sharon had Carl, June, and Jeanne over one evening. Then we went to Port Hueneme to see Bob, Phyllis, and their large family. Bob and Phyllis had June, Carl, and Jeanne come to be with all of us. It was wonderful seeing all of them.

When Walter died, he and Della had four children - Walter, Mar [?], Zella, and Douglas.

Bob and Zella had three - Louise, Bob, and June.

Heber had nine - Terry, Jean, Debera [?], twins Ronald Lee and Donald Lou, Arlene, Jerry, Tim, and Karen.

Lou and I had two - Kenneth Laurel and Dennis Merrill.

Lou died September 25, 1940. He was only 35 years old. I was 31. We were living in Highland Park, a suburb of Los Angeles. Mother, Kenny, Denny, and I continued to live there while Bob built out home in Glendale. Bob took time off from his carpenter job to build it. Our home was about five blocks from Zella and Bob. I don't know what I would have done if it hadn't been for my wonderful sister and her Bob. Mother helped me through those trying times. I loved and clung to her. She was my refuge. Kenny was nine and Denny had just turned four, and they were too young to lose their father. 

Not only Zella and Bob, but others who loved us felt that a home for us was the best thing I could do for my family with the life insurance Lou had left me. They were so right. At the time, I was not able to cope on my own.