#52Ancestors52Weeks...Week 39 Theme...Homestead....Albion Howard Boothby Built a House in Prospect Oregon

 The Albion Howard Boothby Home

Prospect, Oregon

Shared on Ancestry.com by DRaack 2013.

   This very faded photograph was shared by a DNA relative on Ancestry.com awhile back; it shows the 1889 homestead built by Albion Howard Boothby in the little Oregon town of Prospect.  Prospect is located on Highway 62 halfway between Medford and Crater Lake National Park. As Crater Lake became a popular tourist attraction,  Albion's home was changed over time to accommodate travelers visiting the majestic water-filled caldera up the road.  This property is now on the National Register of Historic Places and is currently on the market for 3 million dollars.  I wonder what Albion would think of that? 

 Albion Howard Boothby (1841-1925)

Shared by MimiTorchiaBoothby on her Boothby Genealogy website.

  Albion Boothby was born in Athens, Maine on January 11, 1841; his parents were Bradford and Rebecca Boothby.  Albion's great great grandfather Nathanial was the brother of Josiah Boothby, my fourth great grandfather.  Albion's older brother Adney built a home and farm in Livermore, Maine, which continues to this day as the Boothby's Farm Market and Orchard.  

   Albion came to Oregon as a young man and became involved in timber and farming.  He married Margaret Jenny Nolan in 1872 and they had seven children.  He and Jenny built the home in 1888-9, right on the main street of Prospect and a short distance from the primitive road which led to Crater Lake.  During the 1870's William Gladstone Steele began his 17 year quest to see Crater Lake become a National Park, which in turn increased interest in the area.   Travelers coming from Medford, eager to see this newly discovered spectacle, would spend two full days going by carriages and wagons before they reached their destination.  

 Crater Lake National  Park

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  The Prospect area and the Boothby homestead were natural halfway points for the new tourists who often stopped at the Boothby homestead and stayed for a good home cooked meal and a bed. Albion and Jenny soon realized their home needed to be bigger to accommodate the increased traffic.  They decided to add on and build a "roadhouse" and hotel which catered to tourists and locals alike with Jenny's cooking skills.  The Boothby House became the center of the community, hosting dances, parties and town events.  Albion was appointed the Prospect U.S. Postmaster in 1892. 

 The Boothby Hotel in 2010,  now called the Prospect Hotel.  You can see the wrap around porch which was added in 1915. 

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   In 1897 the Boothbys sold the hotel and moved to Klamath Falls.  The hotel went through several changes with the advent of the automobile (new owners added a gas station) but the home cooking remained the same. Tourist cabins, a fishpond and an aviary were also added. Crater Lake became a National Park in 1902 and the guest books after this showed travelers coming from Italy, France, Germany and Russia.  The hotel also attracted the likes of William Jennings Bryan, Zane Gray, John Muir, Jack London, President Roosevelt and President Hoover.  The hotel remained the only lodging and dining establishment along the Upper Rogue River for some time. 

   As road conditions improved, less guests stayed at the hotel.  The Depression and WW II also took a toll on the business and the hotel deteriorated.  In 1985 new owners committed over a million dollars to restore the hotel.  The newly refurbished hotel and dining room  were opened for customers exactly 100 years after the Boothbys first opened their homestead to guests in 1889.   Efforts to place the hotel on the National Registry of Historic Places were successful in 1989. 

     If you visit these days, you can step back in time and stay in the period furnished Boothby Room!  Or the Roosevelt Room, or the John Muir Room or the Jack London Room.... Signature dishes from the kitchen are prime rib, roasted salmon and the 19-layer 5 cheese lasagna. Wild mushrooms and hand picked berries are served in season.  The dinner house also hosts murder mystery dinners and wine tastings.  Or, you can purchase the entire property for 3 million dollars from Sotheby's, as the current owners are retiring!

    It is truly amazing that this home still stands, and that the additions, upgrades and restorations have not altered the original building much.  It still serves the Prospect community as well as  those traveling by 62 on their way to see one of our spectacular national treasures. I think that Albion and Jenny would be happy to see their family home/hotel still being used as they meant it to be.  My family has been to Crater Lake several times, and we have unknowingly driven right by Prospect and the hotel, not knowing its family significance.  As I have had time to research our family history, and our Oregon history, I have learned more about Albion and his home which I didn't know before. Time to take another drive and visit this family treasure.  And maybe stay in the Boothby Room! 

   Albion Boothby is buried in the Nye Phipps Pioneer Cemetery near Prospect, Oregon with his wife Jenny and two of his children.  A cemetery visit is also on my to-do list.  

 Albion Boothby's relationship to Josiah Boothby (1738-1804)

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Josiah Boothby 1,2,3,4.  Josiah T. Boothby (no. 4) was the father of Sterl Boothby, my grandfather. 

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References:  

The Oregonian    June 7, 2024 by Janet Eastman

https://www.oregonlive.com/realestate/2024/06/historic-hotel-near-crater-lake-is-for-sale-at-3-million.html

Mimi Torchia Boothby's Genealogy Page http://www.sersale.org/aboothby.htm 

The Prospect Historic Hotel     prospecthotel.com

National Registry of Historic Places-Inventory Nomination Form for the Prospect Hotel https://s3.amazonaws.com/NARAprodstorage/lz/electronic-records/rg-079/NPS_OR/80003327.pdf  

#52Ancestors52Weeks...Week 17 Theme...War...Duncan Stewart Was a Scottish Prisoner of War (Boothby)

  Modern day re-enactors at the Dunbar Battlefield, Dunbar, Scotland, UK

  https://www.dunbar1650.org/ 

  War....the theme for this week's writing prompt is war.  I am going back in time to the late summer of 1650 when Oliver Cromwell invaded Scotland and defeated the Scots in the Battle of Dunbar. The result of this loss was that a Scottish soldier named Duncan Stewart was taken captive, marched to Dunbar Cathedral with thousands of his kinsmen and subsequently put on the ketch Unity bound for the New England Colonies as an indentured servant.  What happened next?

  The impact of war can be devastating in many ways. Wars of the past had major effects on subsequent family histories, often changing the trajectory and course of a family tree in a myriad of ways.  When I was researching my Boothby surname and roots, I discovered that my 4th great grandfather Josiah Boothby married  Sarah Stewart on September 19, 1765 in Scarborough, Maine.  When researching her paternal family line I eventually came to Duncan Stewart and his remarkable story.  Thank goodness Duncan was blessed with a good deal of luck and a hardy constitution that got him through his life altering ordeal.  He eventually created a new life for himself in New England. He was my 7th great grandfather! 

Who Was Duncan Stewart?

  Duncan Stewart was born in the highlands of Scotland around 1623, although there is still no concrete documentation of where he was born, or who his parents were.  After wading through several on-line genealogies and fanciful family trees I finally found a wonderful website called The Scottish Prisoners of War Society (https://spows.org/...link on the right) which was full of well researched information to promote knowledge of the prisoners from the battles of Dunbar (1650) and Worchester (1651).  I got to meet my 7th great grandfather and learn about how this battle utterly changed his life. 

  Duncan's Ordeal

  Duncan's story took place during the civil wars in the British Isles after King Charles I was executed in 1649.  A Scottish army of thousands was quickly raised in support of Charles II, the rightful successor to the throne and newly proclaimed king in Scotland.  Duncan was a part of this army pledged to fight.  Most soldiers were between the ages of 15 and 25 and had very little combat experience. Duncan, however,  was older than most in the army being around 30 years old. 

   Oliver Cromwell's New Model Army invaded Scotland in the spring of 1650 and after several maneuverings both armies ended up at the small harbor town of Dunbar.  Cromwell had his opportunity to attack at dawn on the morning of September 3, 1650 and his army routed the Scots in a matter of an hour. 4,000 prisoners were taken. These prisoners, including Duncan Stewart, were forced to march south to Durham (100 miles away).  Only  3,000 men reached Durham after a week's marching (some having escaped, died from lack of food or were shot) and were locked inside the empty cathedral which was the only place that could house the sheer numbers of prisoners. 

Durham Cathedral on the River Wear

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 Durham Cathedral interior today.

Durham Cathedral (photo: alljengi, CC BY-SA 2.0)

  Conditions quickly deteriorated in the makeshift prison with so many men confined to a small space with little food, water or heat.  1,600 prisoners died before it was decided that the healthiest of the prisoners were to be transported to the colonies as indentured servants; the Unity left London in November of 1650.  Duncan's fate was sealed with 150 other Scots prisoners of war. 

 The written order to deliver prisoners to New England, November 11, 1650

It cost about 5 Pounds to ship a prisoner, and a contract sold for 25-30 pounds, so this was a profitable business at the time. 

 

Screen shot from the YouTube video Landscapes of Indenture: Scottish Prisoners of War in 17th Century New England.  Partnership of Historic Bostons 2023

Duncan Arrives in Ipswich, Massachusetts

  After what must have been another harrowing journey, this time aboard a small and crowded ship,  Duncan arrived in New England in mid-December.  At this time labor was sorely needed and scarce in the colonies; the prisoners were either sent to the Saugus Iron Works (now a National Historic Site in Massachusetts), sawmills in Maine and New Hampshire, or to farmers and merchants.  Duncan's indenture was sold to George Hadley in Ipswich, Massachusetts.  He was most likely a farmer. 

  

 What is an indenture contract?  Interesting!  One copy was for the master, one was for the servant. 

Indentures provided cheap, controllable labor for England and indentured servitude was an economic and social institution during this time period of English history. Instead of being hanged for treason, these Scots were actually given the chance for a better life in New England.  

Screen shot from the YouTube video Landscapes of Indenture: Scottish Prisoners of War in 17th Century New England.  Partnership of Historic Bostons 2023

  All the Scots indentures were over by 1659.  In New England, Scottish prisoners had legal rights and their service was temporary, which was a far different fate from people groups whose enslavement was permanent.  Most Scots were offered land after they completed their contracts and went on to build homes, raise families and build wealth. They could become citizens.  So, Duncan Stewart was free to build his new life!

Duncan Stewart Builds a New Life in New England

  Duncan married Anne Winchurst (possibly an indentured servant from Ireland) in April of 1654, just a few years into his indenture. This was unusual, as most SPOWs did not marry until after they had finished working off their terms, usually around seven years.  This little piece of information explains it all....

“Court held at Ipswich, Mar. 28, 1654:
Duncan Stewartt…and An Winchest [both servants to George Hadley] to be whipped for fornication, the man that afternoon and the woman when she should be called out by the magistrates, after she was delivered. Together they were to bring up the child and pay charges.”

    The couple moved to Newbury in 1659, worked a farm for 30 years and went on to have numerous Stewart children.  Duncan died in Rowley Massachusetts on August 30, 1717, at around the age of 100.  You have to wonder; did he leave a family back in Scotland? Did they ever wonder what his fate was after the battle? Was he ever astonished at his own fate? I certainly was. 

The Rest of the Story

  Duncan and Anne's son Samuel moved to Wells, York County,  Maine and married Dorcas Baston.  Their son John married Mary Bragg and their daughter Sarah married Josiah Boothby on September 19, 1765. Incidentally Sarah's sister Mary married James Boothby, brother of Josiah.  These families made the move from Maine to Ohio sometime after 1790. 

 So, our family tree descending from Duncan Stewart of Scotland looks like this: 

Duncan Stewart (Scotland to Massachusetts as a Prisoner of War)

  *Samuel Stewart (Wells, Maine)

      *John Stewart (Maine)

         *Sarah Stewart m. Josiah Boothby (Maine)                                                                          

              *Josiah Boothby (Ohio)

                  *Josiah Stewart Boothby (Oregon)

                         *Josiah Thomas Boothby (Oregon)

                              *Sterl Kenneth Boothby (Oregon)                                                                                       

                                   *D.R. Boothby (California)

                                         *Me (California to Nevada)

 The Scottish Prisoners of War from both the Battle of Dunbar and the Battle of Worchester who were transported to the New World became the progenitors of many New England families as they quietly assimilated into the culture over many years. They left a lasting Scottish presence, especially in parts of Maine.  It is probably safe to say they were the most fortunate of all the prisoners of those battles.  Including Duncan Stewart, our Boothby SPOW. 

Resources:

YouTube video: Landscapes of Indenture: Scottish Prisoners of War in 17th Century New England.  Partnership of Historic Bostons 2023

The Scottish Prisoners of War Society website    https://spows.org/

Scottish Prisoners of War in Durham Cathedral: An Interview with Ghris Gerrard  

https://www.europenowjournal.org/2018/11/07/scottish-prisoners-of-war-in-durham-cathedral-an-interview-with-chris-gerrard/

This is a book on my reading to-do list: 

Gerrard, Christopher (Author); Pam Graves (Author); Andrew Millard (Author); Richard Annis (Author); Anwen Caffell (Author), Lost Lives, New Voices: Unlocking the Stories of the Scottish Soldiers at the Battle of Dunbar 1650, (England: Oxbow Books, 2018) 384 pages. “A book documenting the archaeology of the discovery, the process of analysis, and the history of the Scottish soldiers, including stories of the survivors…” ~ The Scottish Soldiers Archaeology Project Team & Exhibition Curatorial Team.
Available to purchase online at: Barnes and Noble and Amazon

#52Ancestors52Weeks...Week 13...Worship.... It Happened on Church Street

 Emmanuel Episcopal Church 

235 South Church Street Grass Valley, California

Pen and watercolor  by local artist Loana Beeson 

This framed picture hung in my grandfather's house for many years. This is the church he and his family grew up in. 

 

 Grass Valley United Methodist Church

236 South Church Street Grass Valley, California

Pen and watercolor by local artist Loana Beeson

This framed and matted picture was a wedding present from the artist to my husband and I in June of 1981. This is the church I grew up in. 

 

    Emmanuel Church first opened its doors for worship on August 1, 1858. The Carpenter Gothic style building was built on land donated by the Gold Hill Quartz Mining Company and many pioneer families regularly worshiped there.  Directly across the street was the Methodist Episcopal Church which was formed in 1852 and began as a house with several additions before the grand new church was built in 1872. The steeple which housed the church bell was 125 feet tall. Cornish families worshiped there as they had done in their Cornish Chapels back in England. 

The 1872 church building.  

This church burned in a spectacular fire in August of 1936.  Luckily, Emmanuel Church, which was directly across the street, did not catch fire. The worry was the steeple would fall outward but it eventually fell back into the church itself and the entire church was gone in less than an hour. 

  This week's writing prompt is Worship....   I am not focusing on just one ancestor this week,  but rather a place that has influenced my family since the 1800's. When I think of  Church street (or more specifically South Church street) in Grass Valley, California I am reminded of the role it has played in my family history and in my continuing faith.   

    Church street was so named because of the  five original churches built on the quiet dirt road just one block up  from Mill street, which was the heart of town.  The Congregational Church (built by pioneers in 1853) was on the corner of Church and Neal streets.  St. Patrick's Parish Church (1855) was located at the intersection of Church street and Chapel street.  The African Methodist Episcopal Church (1854) was also located on Church street until 1894.  Even though my family did not worship at these other three churches, St. Mary's Academy, next door to St. Patrick's,  was where Uncle Jack took commercial classes as a young man and my grandfather took choral classes. Their Norwegian father John Hartwig Hansen was involved in drama productions there to learn to speak English.  My mother took piano lessons there from Sister Mary James. The building now houses the Grass Valley Museum where the Burrows family cradle is located. 

   My great great grandparents Alexander Burrows and  Elizabeth Jane Hurd Burrows attended the Emmanuel Church on Church street with their growing family in the  late 1800's. This is my great grandmother's original Baptism certificate from 1895 and her later confirmation card from 1899.

  There are only three documents that have Clara's name written as Clara Vere de Vere:  Her graduation diploma and these two religious records. She was named after Clara Vere de Vere in the Alfred Lord Tennyson poem!

  The next generation also worshiped at Emmanuel:

 Vere Burrows Hansen with her boys (l-r) Robley, Harold and Jack

 Harold was my grandfather. 

  Clara Vere Burrows married John Hartwig Hansen and together they had three boys: Jack, Robley and Harold (the youngest).  Vere made sure the boys were baptized and eventually  confirmed in the Emmanuel Church. The above picture was taken around 1912 and was found in Vere's photograph album. 

My grandfather's confirmation card from 1922. 

    The Methodist Church across the street was built by Cornish miners who came to Grass Valley to work in the gold mines. The church was heavily influenced by the preaching and music of John and Charles Wesley and became known for the Cornish Carol Choir, Pasty Bake Sales and the Cornish Fair (all of which continue on to this day).  

   My other great grandmother, Emma King Hayes VanDuzer, was a resident of Grass Valley from a young age when her parents immigrated from Cornwall to Grass Valley. They were staunch Methodists who had previously worshiped in the small Methodist Chapel on East Hill in St. Austell, Cornwall.  After living in San Francisco, Nana later made Grass Valley her permanent home with her daughters.  She was very involved in the church and was a very active member there for the rest of her life. She was known for heading up committees, singing in the choir, sewing drapes for Wesley Hall, and for her flower arrangements.  She started the "Friendly Club" and the quilting group.   Her daughters Dorothy, Fran and Margaret (Betty, my grandmother) were life long members as well. 

The new Methodist Church was dedicated on Palm Sunday, 1939.  The architecture style was California Mission Revival. All the solid oak pews with their red velvet cushions came from the Temple Methodist Church in San Francisco. The pipe  organ came from a theater in Chicago.  

   My grandfather Harold Hansen (of Emmanuel Episcopal Church) recorded his "life story" later in life, and told how Emma VanDuzer cornered him on Mill Street one day to ask if he could help with Easter music at the Methodist Church.  My grandfather had a beautiful tenor voice and sang at other churches in the area as well as  in San Francisco.  He crossed the street to attend choir practice at the Methodist Church,  met Betty (who was a soprano), and "took a shine to her from the start".  They were married on July 2, 1939.  They were my grandparents. 

 Jack Hansen, Harold Hansen and Betty Hayes Hansen , Dorothy Hayes in the new Methodist Church July 2, 1939.  Jack and Harold grew up in the Emmanuel Church, Betty and Dorothy grew up in the Methodist Church.  Nana made sure Grandma and Grandpa stayed Methodist....

Margaret "Betty" Hayes Hansen (my grandmother)

July 2, 1939.  The beautiful walnut woodwork is still in the church.

    My Dad's family came to Grass Valley in 1947 (a little later than my pioneer relatives on my Mom's side....).  My Grandmother (Nino) was raised in the Catholic faith but decided the Catholic ritual and teaching were not for her.  She attended Emmanuel Episcopal Church for quite awhile, because she liked the priest. She then switched to the Methodist Church across the street after the Episcopal priest left. Nino helped my sister and I memorize the Lord's Prayer at a very early age.  Her mother, Nonna, belonged to the Methodist Church in San Francisco where she worked in the church kitchen and was loved by all.  When she died new kitchen equipment was purchased in her memory and a plaque was placed designating the space as "The Caterina Brondolo Memorial Kitchen". Nonna attended the Methodist Church in Grass Valley when she visited Nino. Nonna was known to have a constant conversation with her Jesus who could help her with anything at all. 

 My Dad went to the youth group at the Methodist Church and later joined the Methodist Youth Movement at University of the Pacific in Stockton.  Both my Dad and Mom attended UOP, which was founded in 1851 by three Methodist ministers. When he and Mom were married, the Methodist Church became our family's place of worship, and our second home on Sundays. My sister and I would often spend the night with either Nana or Grandma and Grandpa and go to church the next morning with our quarters ready for the collection plate. 

Dale  and Margaret (Hansen) Boothby with Tersilla Boothby (Nino) in Wesley Hall after their wedding.  June 25, 1961

In front of the Methodist Church at my parent's wedding June 25 1961

I recognize: Nonna, Dottie, an unknown couple, Nino, Little Mary, Aunt Dena, Uncle Frank and ? Little Mary's husband?

   Growing up in the this church gave me many happy memories.  Worshiping with a large congregation of people who truly loved the Lord and each other,  singing hymns from the red hymnal (especially at Christmas and Easter) and hearing my own grandparents sing in the choir every Sunday will always stay with me.  Seeing the flowers my Nana and Auntie Dot placed on the altar every spring also comes to mind.  I can still smell the daphne and the daffodils. Sunday school songs and stories, Youth Group and Vacation Bible School. Church potlucks and picnics. Hearing both my Mom and Dad play two piano duets during the service. Playing in the handbell choir while my Mom directed.  

    Later on my husband and I were married in this church, as were my sister and her husband.  My Dad's funeral was held here with standing room only.  In fact, many family weddings, baptisms and funerals were held in both churches on Church street over the many years.  

 June 28, 1981 

Methodist Church Grass Valley, California

 

  

The large "Christ" window in the front of the church.  This is the view I had every Sunday growing up. Photograph taken May 21, 2023.

     

    I still visit the Methodist Church with Mom (who still attends) on occasion.  I love just sitting in the pews and meditating on the beautiful stain glass windows that all tell a story. The church my husband and I attend now with our children and grandchildren is nothing like the church I grew up in.  It has no stain glass, no wood pews with a smooth patina and history, no altar flowers, no homey feel.  The music is loud and the service is presented in multimedia. Change is inevitable.  But, the preaching is solid and from the Gospel. In the end, that's what matters the most. I still have my lasting faith which was handed down from all my relatives worshiping on Church Street. 

References: 

The Church With the Golden Past; A History of the Grass Valley United Methodist Church. By Don Alexander and Dorothy Peavy  October, 2006

Once again, thanks Mom, for all your help with this post!

 

52Ancestors52Weeks Week 45 Theme: Stormy Weather ........Snow , Snow and More Snow! Family Pictures Are Wonderful Documentation of Storms.....

  This week's theme is stormy weather....I have always been struck by how many pictures I have of family members posing in the snow.  Living in Northern California and Northern Nevada always meant winter and spring snow storms.  What better way to remember the fun after the storm than by having your picture taken? 

  These are a few pictures taken from various family albums on both my mother's and father's side of the family.  They document how we all "weathered" the storms in our own  neck of the woods.  Enjoy!

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Written on back...."Gertrude Elizabeth, her two sleds and her two playmates and all the snow we've had this winter"  (no date).....probably taken around the early 20's.  Reno, Nevada.  Gertrude Burrows (middle) lived on Thoma Street in Reno with her parents Roy and Lucie Burrows. 

Dorothy Ross Hayes  in the snow with her dog.  Auntie Dot was born May 17, 1910, and this picture looks like it may have been taken around 1915/16-ish.  Grass Valley, California. 

Dorothy Hayes (Arthur) fourth in from the left and Betty Hayes (Hansen) on far right, bending over.  Auntie Dot was born in 1910, and Grandma (Betty) was born in 1917, so this was probably taken around the early 30's.  It looks like a girls' day out in the snow, somewhere in northern California, complete with skis and a sled.  

Robley Hansen (Bob) with giant fur mittens.  Taken around the late 20's, early 30's.  Uncle Bob was living in Reno at this time.  From the Bob Hansen Family Album. 

Claire and Margaret Hansen (Mom) wearing their wool snowsuits after a Grass Valley snowstorm around  1946-47? This is one of the pictures that survived the 1950 house fire.  This is one of my favorite pictures!

 Lavinia Claire Hansen in her wool snowsuit.  Taken the same date as the above picture. 

 Millicent Gay Hansen on a toboggan on her way down a street in Reno, Nevada.  Gay was born March 9, 1934 so this picture may have been taken around 1936.  Her parents were Robley (Bob) and Alma Hansen.  From the Bob Hansen Family Album. 

Skip Hansen and Greta in front of the new house on Arlington in Reno Nevada, 1948.  Skip's parents were Robley (Bob) and Alma Hansen.  From the Bob Hansen Family Album. 

  Alma and Bob Hansen after the snowstorm in 1948.  I love the perspective in this picture!   From the Bob Hansen Family Album.  

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And, yes, I have pictures of houses and neighborhoods to go with pictures of people in the snow! 

Francis (Hayes)  and Joe Holman's house in Grass Valley after a 1946 snowstorm.  Auntie Fran and Uncle Joe lived across the street from Nana (Emma King Hayes Van Duzer) and the Harold Hansen family on South Auburn street for awhile.  This is another picture that survived the fire at the Hansen house in 1950.  I believe this is the same storm that my Mom and Auntie Claire are pictured in above. 

1012 S. Arlington, Reno, Nevada.  "First Winter in Home That Bob Built 1948".  Taken from the Bob Hansen Family Album. 

Unknown young man shoveling snow in front of Grass Valley Drug mid to late 40's.  Sterl Boothby was owner and head pharmacist in the late 40's and then the 50's. 

Frank and Dena Brondolo.  Picture taken in 1952, on Mainhart Drive,  Grass Valley, California.  They lived in San Francisco, but loved coming to Grass Valley and then up to Reno for some casino fun.  Frank was Terry Brondolo Boothby's (Nino's) older brother.  From the Brondolo Album.

 Mainhart Drive in a snowstorm, sometime in the 50's.  Grass Valley, California.  This is the house that my Dad, Dale Boothby, grew up in!

Late 1960's snowstorm on Banner Mountain, Nevada City, California. That is Dad's (Dale's) jeep buried in the snow.  This is the house that I grew up in!

The Alden home after a January 2021 snowstorm, Reno, Nevada.  

Still documenting!  (My Grandson ).....Reno, Nevada. 

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