Showing posts with label Dale Boothby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dale Boothby. Show all posts

Saturday, July 6, 2024

#52Ancestors52Weeks....Week 27...Planes....The Boothbys Learn How to Fly



 
 Dad and Mom's Piper Comanche 250 with the new paint job. Wasn't she pretty? 
June 1978 print date on back of photograph. 
Grass Valley, California


   Both my parents learned how to fly in the very early 1970's.  My Dad, Dale Boothby, got the flying bug and could talk about nothing else.  Of course, when he got the idea to learn something new, he jumped in 150%. And sometimes 200%!  He started flying in January of 1971 and got his 3rd Class license in March of that year. He then got his instrument license to fly under IFR (instrument flight rules).  He learned to fly at the same time as a good family friend, Mr. Sauers.  Well, if Dad could learn to fly, then Mom could too! 




  Mom (Margaret Boothby) started ground school with Mrs.  Sauers.  Both passed the exam, and Mom started flying lessons in June of 1971.  She received her Airman 3rd Class license on September 16, 1973.  After the flight test, she asked the examiner if her license could please read "Airperson 3rd Class". He politely declined because that would not be government regulation.  As Mom said, "I tried...it was the 70's after all".  

 Mom really wanted very much to  learn to fly, but parts of the learning didn't come easily. Dad helped her study navigation, and she spent many hours later on being his navigator when they flew together.  Mom  often flew the plane on long trips, but didn't do take offs or landings because she wasn't checked out in the Piper. Our plane was larger and more powerful than the Cessna 150 that she trained in. 

   
 GlennJ., Dr. Ross, and an unknown gentleman.  Photograph taken at a Rotary Fly-In at the Nut Tree Airport, Vacaville, California.
Date sometime after 1978. 

    Mom was learning to fly during her teaching years at Pleasant Ridge Elementary in Grass Valley.  She prepared lessons on flying, weather and navigation for her students (lucky students!).  She took them on a field trip to Beale Air Force Base to see the Thunderbirds perform; afterwards her students got to meet the pilots and have pictures signed.  Mom was a fantastic teacher! 



 From The Union, Grass Valley, California.
Date unknown, but sometime before August of 1973. 


    Mom's first cross country solo flight was August 23, 1973, from the Nevada County Airport to Colombia and Sacramento.  Her second cross country solo flight was August 28, 1973 flying to Concord.  Her next solo flight was September 1, 1973 and she flew to Stockton and Fresno and back home again.  She was on a roll! 



 Interested kiddos at an unknown event at the Nevada County Airport. Our plane is in the background.  Dad was very involved with the airport activities and we also spent many hours playing in the hanger while Dad fiddled with the plane.  Mom would bring over hamburgers from Humpty Dumpty for dinner.  If we were lucky, we got to see the fire planes take off and land during a fire. 


    My sister and I were the beneficiaries of our parents' ability to go anywhere faster than our friends' parents. We rode in the back of the plane to Southern California to stay with Dad and Mom's pharmacy school friends and experience Disneyland, Lion Country Safari and Knotts Berry Farm. We flew to Grandma's house (Nino's) for Easter lunch and dinner in Sonoma and were home by bedtime.  We flew to the Nut Tree for lunch many times!  Dad flew to Chico State University  in 1981 to pick me up for a dentist appointment in Grass Valley (I had my wisdom teeth out).  Any chance he could get, he would rather fly than drive.  It was way more efficient and much more fun!  Actually, when I think about it, he drove a car just like he was flying.  

   One fun (!) memory for my sister took place when she was in kindergarten.  Dad was doing his IFR training and did it early in the morning so he could get to work afterwards. He took Steph with him a few times,  all dressed for school, and she would be in the back seat while he did his unusual attitudes under the hood.  Poor Steph was dropped off at school feeling very green. One day, her teacher asked if she didn't feel well and she replied "My Daddy took me flying"...  She said she barfed every time.  

  We did have some scary times, too.  I remember vividly to this day being in the plane and landing at the Nevada County Airport.  A tire popped as we landed, and Dad deftly got us stopped in the ditch at the side of the runway at a very odd angle. We were safe, but it was just about the only time I head my Mom swear....(and all she said was "Godfather!").  And there was the time we were flying down to southern California and it was particularly cold and we were in some bad weather.  Dad had the heater on full blazes trying to keep us warm in the back seat.  I think there may have been some ice on the wings, also...but he navigated his way out of that situation thankfully.  And, flying with Mom always made me feel safer.  We had two pilots on board! 

   Later on, Dad flew my son to Camp Joyful Noise, where Mom and Dad spent a few weeks every summer teaching music and computer skills.  Dad continued to fly for many years, taking whomever needed a ride to the places they needed to go.  He and his flying buddy Mr. Peavy had lots of flying adventures after my sister and I got married and moved away.  Dad successfully passed "check rides" with an inspector until September of 2009.  It broke his heart when he could not pass his physical due to his cancer diagnosis. He took one last ride with a flight instructor before he passed away in 2012 that no one knew about until after he was gone.  The instructor saw Mom one day and told her that Dad was satisfied with his flight.  I'm glad he got to fly one more time.  

   Mom still has flying adventures, but this time on big jet airliners.  She and I flew to Arizona several times to visit her sister Claire, and she flew with my sister to join a cruise ship trip a few years ago.  My sister, my daughter and I recently flew to Las Vegas for a fun get together. So, we are still flying! 
   
  Thanks, Mom and Steph for your help writing this story!  
  

Sunday, November 14, 2021

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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Sunday, August 1, 2021

52Ancestors52Weeks Week 30 Theme: Health......... Why Sterl Boothby Made Grass Valley His Home



 
 Sterl Boothby Pharmacist
Grass Valley Drug 1950's


Dale Boothby Pharmacist with Carol R. 
Grass Valley Drug 1980's


  Sterl Boothby was my paternal Grandfather.  He passed away in 1960, so I never knew him.  I did know that he was a pharmacist by profession, and came to Grass Valley at the recommendation of his family doctor.  Both he and my Dad, Dale Boothby, had very serious asthma conditions the doctor thought would be improved by moving to a drier climate. They had been  living in Redwood City and San Carlos (a part of the Bay Area of San Francisco) which had a more humid climate.   I suppose that was the best advice the doctor could give Sterl, at the time.  There were not the advances in asthma treatment available that we have now (thank goodness for modern medicine...asthma is a condition that still runs in our family....).   Certain environments were thought to be triggers for the condition at that time.  Moving to a warmer foothill setting up in the pine trees might have seemed a healthier environmental choice for an asthmatic back in the 1940's. 

  So, Sterl and my Grandmother Terry (Nino) moved with their boys Dale and Kent to the beautiful little Gold Country town of Grass Valley in 1947.  My Grandparents made Grass Valley their home and eventually bought McClard's drug store which they renamed Grass Valley Drug.  The Drug Store played a large part in my family, and with the whole community of Grass Valley as well. 

  So, the theme of health this week takes us to the story of  Sterl Boothby and  Grass Valley Drug......
  

 


   In 1917, Clyde Dale Horner ( Sterl's older half brother)  claimed an exception from WWI as he was helping support his mother Lillie Mae and two brothers as well as attending school  as a pharmacy and medical student.  He was attending school at the Oregon Agricultural College (later to become Oregon State) and then later on he attended Stanford University in California.  He worked as a pharmacist and then as a physician in Palo Alto and San Francisco.   He was called "Uncle Doc" by the family.  He stepped in to help the family after Sterl and Harold's father Josiah T. Boothby passed away in 1915, and he was certainly a big influence on his younger half brothers as he guided their professional choices as they got older.  They followed in his footsteps.  Uncle Doc had a very  paternal relationship with the boys, especially after Lillie Mae passed away in 1930.  That relationship continued down to Sterl's boys also. 

  Sterl was born in Kent, Oregon on January 17, 1907.  (His baby picture is in the post from 5-16-21).  According to his obituary he attended high school at The Dalles and then he attended Oregon State College in Corvallis for three years before transferring to the University of California, Berkeley, where he completed his pharmaceutical degree. 

Sterl Boothby.  Picture taken probably around the end of high school or the  beginning of college in 1927-28. 

  
Oregon State College, Corvallis 1928 Yearbook from Ancestry.com

  Sterl is in the bottom row, third from the left.  He was a freshman in 1928.  If you look closely, you can see his younger brother, Harold Boothby, second from the right in the middle row.  He was also listed as a freshman.  They were one year apart in age. Their mother, Lillie Mae Hayman, was living in Newburg  Oregon while the boys were in college.   Harold eventually became a pharmacist and worked at Ingle Drug in Ashland Oregon.  His wife Louise was also a pharmacist/nurse.   

  
College days.  Very neat and tidy. 



Sterl Boothby, college days. 



Sterl Boothby Pharmacist
San Francisco? 


  The 1930 US Census lists Sterl as living in San Francisco with his mother and younger brother while he worked as a pharmacist.  He met and married  Tersilla Brondolo in San Francisco in 1937, and they moved to  Redwood City and San Carlos where they lived for about 10 years.  Sterl was a pharmacist at the Fred Musso Drug Company in Redwood City at the time of his WWII registration.  My father Dale was born on May 3, 1941 and then his brother, Kent in 1945.  By that time the family was considering a move to help improve Sterl and Dale's asthma symptoms.  They settled on Grass Valley, California where Sterl had prospects of joining a pharmacy partnership.  

  The family moved to Grass Valley in 1947 and for two years Sterl was employed by McClard's Drugs on 124 South Auburn Street.  The drugstore was located on the ground floor of the Masonic Building, which was dedicated in 1937. 


Vintage postcard 1940's.  McClards was located on the ground floor of the Masonic Temple. There is a historical marker on the corner of the building marking the dedication of the temple and Madison Lodge No. 23.  


  
1939 ad shared by Dan Williams on the Facebook site You Know You're From Nevada County If You Remember Feb. 17, 2021


  McClard's Drug had an in-store soda fountain which was still common in drugstores at the time.   My mother Margaret (Hansen) Boothby remembers that she loved to visit the drugstore soda fountain, and even envisioned herself working there when she grew up.  Little did she know at the time that she would grow up and marry my dad Dale who took over the pharmacy in 1966!  By that time, the soda fountain had been removed.  In its place was the fresh roasted nut machine at the far end of the counter that kept the salty cashews toasty warm.  Cashews are still my favorite nut.   That is one vivid memory I have of the drug store!


 Grass Valley Drug with Fountain Service and Coca-Cola.  Picture taken around the 1940's. 


  The history of the drug store really began in 1851 as the first drug store in Grass Valley.   It was operated by pioneer druggist William Loutzenheiser and his son John in a wooden building at the corner of West Main Street and North Auburn Street.  That building was replaced in 1855 (there was a fire!)  by the brick building that still stands.  There is a historical marker on the corner of this building marking Loutzenheiser's Drug Store.  After 1928 the drug store became McClard's and eventually moved to the South Auburn address by 1937.   I remember Foothill Flowers occupying this space in the 70's and the 80's.  That was where we got all of our flowers for special occasions...the prom....weddings....all lovingly made by Marie Johnson, the Flower Lady.  


An original bottle from W Loutzenheiser Apothecary 
In the collection of Margaret Boothby


  Sterl was employed by McClard's Drugs for two years.  In 1949  he purchased the business, renovated the drug store and changed its name to Grass Valley Drug.  W. B. McClard had been a partner of Sterl's since 1947 and when he retired McClard sold his interest to Sterl.  A third partner in the business was Jacob Schramm.  


Unknown photographer and year.  The Drug Store after a snowstorm; early to mid 40's? 



     Sterl became an active member of the community.  He was known for his affiliations with  organizations including Grass Valley Elks, Gold Unit Shrine Club, Madison Lodge No. 23, Free and Accepted Masons, Sacramento Consistory Scottish rites, Ben Ali Temple, University of California  Alumni, California Pharmaceutical Association, and the  Nevada County Farm Bureau.  He had served as past president of the Grass Valley Rotary and the Grass Valley Chamber of Commerce and had been a charter member and chairman of the Grass Valley Personnel Commission.  He was very active in youth activities including Boy Scouts and 4-H.  The Rotary Club, with Sterl as President, built BBQ and picnic tables at Memorial Park. He also was a founding member of the Nevada County Country Club.  My sister and I have fond memories of swimming at the pool every summer at the Country Club. 

 Sterl had a very gregarious and generous personality and was well liked by members of the community.  Uncle  Kent remembers that "When the Community Hospital moved to Spring Hill and became Sierra Nevada Memorial Hospital Pop established the pharmacy and stocked it with some items at no charge."  He also shared another memory of his dad at Christmas time in the early 50's...  "A man came into the store needing medicine for his two sick kids but had no money.  Pop went behind the counter and mixed up the medication and came back to the counter with not only the medication but a bottle of perfume for his wife and a bottle of bourbon for his Christmas dinner.  When we moved to Thiel Way, we needed some work done in the back yard, expecting to pay a couple of thousand bucks. When the work was done a couple of hundred was charged, and I heard the story."  Sterl's generosity was remembered long after he was gone. 
 
  The Drug Store filled its 1 millionth prescription in January 1953, which was a source of pride for the business.  Grass Valley Drug was an integral part of the community during the 50's.  Both Dad and Uncle Kent worked there after school and during the summers. 


You can see the prescriptions on display in the front window in 1953.  They were threaded onto wires as they were filled. These were all thrown away when the store was sold in the 90's.  Dad was an early advocate of HIPPA to protect his clients, past and present! Grass Valley is a small town after all....



  Sterl passed away September 10, 1960.  The coroner stated that he thought the cause was from a known heart condition which had been complicated by an asthmatic condition.  Less than two months prior to his death Sterl had been hospitalized under oxygen after he was found unconscious due to an attack of asthma brought about by overwork.  (source: Sterl's obituary printed in the Union Sept. 12, 1960).  He was separated from my Grandmother at the time, and living at his ranch home at Wheeler Acres.  Nino, Dale and Kent were still living at the house on Mainhart Drive.  It was a very, very difficult period of time for my dad and my uncle, as well as Nino. 

  The Drug Store continued to operate with Jake Schramm and Stan Hunter filling prescriptions while the rest of the staff continued to provide excellent service to their customers.   Free Rx delivery was provided by the staff of delivery boys and the store clerks sold cosmetics and jewelry.  Quality candies by Whitman's, Hoopers, Hoeflers, Saylor's and Pangburn's were gift wrapped free of charge as were the leather goods by Buxton and the electric shavers and automatic toothbrushes.  The store continued running in this fashion until Dale finished his degrees in Pharmacy and Chemistry at the University of the Pacific.  He took over the store in 1966 after much family deliberation (and Uncle Doc's insistence) and faithfully served as co-owner with his mother Terry and then owner, and head pharmacist, for 26 years. 


 Dale Boothby top row, middle.  He graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Pharmacy, and a Bachelor of Arts in Chemistry.  He was told he couldn't major in two areas at the same time, but he did it anyway just to prove his advisors wrong. 



Dale Boothby.  Graduation from University of  the Pacific in Stockton 1964.  He graduated Cum Laude. 

  My Uncle Kent, Dale's brother, followed in the footsteps of his father, uncles and brother.  He also attended the University of the Pacific in Stockton, and graduated with a Pharmacy degree.  After 6 years in the Navy and a stint in Viet Nam as a Navy Corpsman he decided to go to the admissions office at UOP and apply.  He was told to go to a Junior College and come back in a year or two.  Uncle Kent promptly wrote a check and told them that if he could not maintain his grades then he would be the only one out of anything.  He was accepted on a probation basis and was evaluated after the first semester with a 4.0 gpa.  Kent said, "Yes, 4.0.  My first and only."  Even so, not to be outdone by his brother, he finished the pharmacy program in 3 years and 3 months.  He worked as a pharmacist for Thrifty in Auburn and Grass Valley for many years, as well as Rite Aide.  He even subbed at Grass Valley Drug for a short time after my Dad was recuperating from being hit by a car while jogging on Idaho Maryland Road.  Even with asthma,  Dad was a jogger!
  

The painted sign next to the parking lot..




  This wooden container from Grass Valley Drug at one time contained a liver-stomach concentrate with ferrous iron and vitamin B complex from Eli Lilly and Co.  It was sturdy enough to be used by generations of store clerks to reach things higher up on the many shelves in the store.  It is still in the family and is currently being used as a foot stool.   In the collection of Margaret Boothby.  I remember sitting on this container in the back room after my piano lessons,  waiting for Dad to finish up work so we could go home and have dinner. 
  

  


  Dad ended up selling the Drug Store in 1993, and Grass Valley Drug was no more.   It was a difficult decision, but was a sign of the times with larger corporations coming into the picture.  Small, independent pharmacies were having a hard time competing with the big companies. Dad tried to make the transition easier for his many loyal customers by transitioning himself and his employees to K-Mart.  He worked there for several more years, and then began a semi-retirement career as a licensed tax preparer (I guess he couldn't get enough of math) and a mentor to upcoming Pharmacy Techs.  He also worked part time at the Pleasant Valley Pharmacy. 

  A part of Grass Valley history ended with the sale of Grass Valley Drug. 

   
  Asthma is not an illness to be taken lightly.  It does run in our family and affects several members in various ways.  But, we have access to treatments and current research that was not available to my grandfather.  At the time, it seemed that moving to a new environment was a way to improve his health, and the health of my father.  Sterl 's life was still impacted by his disease (and his lifestyle choices as well...),  but my father figured out how to live with his condition with the help of healthy living and modern medicine.  The end result of my Grandparents' decision to move was that my family got to live and work in a truly beautiful and unique place that we still call home.   And I consider it very special that we were also a part of the community's history of healing and service. 


Graduated cylinders from either McClard's or Loutzenheiser's
from the collection of Margaret Boothby


  And one more...


An Rx bag from G.V. Drug.  They now make great lunch bags!


  Relationship Reference:  Me->Dale Boothby->Sterl Boothby->Lillie Mae Hayman and Josiah T. Boothby

Friday, June 18, 2021

Friday's Featured Photo



 


  Today's photograph is one from my favorites file.  This is my Dad, Dale Richard Boothby.  Written on the back..."Dale Boothby Strawberry Lake June 1946 5 years". 

   Happy Father's Day! 

I miss you!  

Friday, February 12, 2021

52Ancestors52Weeks Week 6 Theme: Valentine "Playing House on Pleasant Street" (Hansen/Boothby)

Dale Boothby summer 1950    Grass Valley, California
 

Margaret Hansen   summer 1950     Grass Valley, California


  This week's theme is Valentine.  This is the story of how my father, Dale Richard Boothby and my mother, Margaret Ann Hansen met when they were both 9 years old. They dated in their senior year of high school,  eventually married and stayed happily married for 51 years.  I thought this was a perfect story for Valentines Day.  And, the prompt got my Mom to finally write it down. 
     This story is in the words of my Mom....(thank you for sharing your memories!)....

  "After our house fire we moved in with Nana in her big house on South Auburn Street, where A&A Sheet Metal is now.  Their office building is where our apple and pear orchard were and the house was on the hill behind that.  I think that was 1950."

  "In the summer time we all moved into town to Pleasant Street, a big house with a yard and a little rental in the back.  I don't know if it was to be purchased or if we were renting at the time, but we lived there such a short time I don't remember a lot about the house.  I do remember that the Boothbys lived at the very end of Pleasant Street in small house that had a hedge in front so you could not see into the yard.  Once Claire (Mom's younger sister) and I went up the street and "lurked" near the hedge to listed to Nino and Nonna talking in Italian.  It was very exotic!!" 

  "There were lots of kids our age, or close, living nearby so we had others to play with during the long summer days.  The polio epidemic struck GV that summer and one boy up on High Street came down with it so we were pretty much confined to our own yard after that.  Dale and Kent Boothby were some of the kids we played with.  Dale got a new Schwin bike that summer and brought it down for us to see.  I asked to ride it (I had never ridden a bike before) and took it for a short ride on the sidewalk in front of our house and then onto the dirt walkway next door where the cement ended and where there were rocks at the edge between the trail and the street.  The bike and I fell off the walkway and onto the rocks where I ended up with a skinned leg from the rocks.  I went screaming into the house, bleeding and scraped up, and left the bike laying where it fell. I was getting patched up when an indignant Mrs. Boothby came down the street to get the bike and yelled at me and my mother about leaving the bike near the road and how I had scratched it all up.  You can tell I've never really forgiven her for being more concerned about the new bike than my wounds!!  Dale and Kent came down often and we played "house" with Dale and me as parents and Kent and Claire as the kids.  We had a basement reached from the outside of the house where we set up chairs and a table for our housekeeping events."

  "At that time kids were all about cowboys and horses.  We played Cowboys and Indians, went to the Saturday movies where a western was always part of the day along with cartoons and a feature film.  Everyone we knew had cap guns (Claire and I were not allowed the gun thing, but had a "cap cane" where you'd insert the cap on one end and bang it on the ground to make it go off.  I thought that was really dumb, but there you were if your parents did not approve of guns).  I read books about horses, made stick horses out of tree branches and a rope, etc.  So one day a man came around the neighborhood with a cute Shetland pony and lots of different outfits for boys and girls and would, for a fee, take pictures of the kids sitting on the pony.  Claire and I begged to be allowed to have our pictures taken and we dressed up in the costumes and the man took the pictures.  He sent the photos in the mail later.  A lot of other kids in the neighborhood also had their pictures taken with the pony that summer, including Dale and Kent."

  "In later years, when anyone would ask how we met, Dale would say, 'We met when were in the third grade and played house in her basement and we've been playing house ever since!' It was his standard line and always got a laugh.  We were in the same class in 5th grade and in 9th grade were in Latin I class together.  We took all four years of Latin where we got to know each other pretty well, started dating in our senior year after we had both been accepted at UOP (University of the Pacific).  The rest is history, as they say.  It was always a point of pride for us to be able to say we'd known each other since we were 9 and living on the same street and then Dale would say his famous line.  We 'played house' for 51 years." 

 

Margaret and Dale Boothby 25 June 1961  and at their 50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration in 2011.