Showing posts with label Emma Van Duzer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emma Van Duzer. Show all posts

Friday, May 3, 2024

#52Ancestors52Weeks....Week 18 Theme...Love and Marriages.....George and Emma Van Duzer Choose Oroville as Their Gretna Green...


  The Morning Union 6 January 1926 (Grass Valley, California)
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  My great grandmother Emma Lavinia King married my great grandfather Lester Franklin Hayes in San Francisco  after the 1906 Great San Francisco Earthquake. They were married on December 1, 1908.  Together they had three daughters: Dorothy, Frances and Margaret (Betty; my grandmother).  Lester and Emma obtained a divorce December 5, 1924.  We do not know all the details of what precipitated the divorce, but the girls remained in contact with their father until his death in 1969. 

  Nana married a previously married man named George Freeman Van Duzer a few short years after her divorce from Lester.  Not a lot is known about George as he died in 1933.  We do know that he did provide some stability to Nana and her daughters in the way of property ownership when they returned to Grass Valley.  In 1930 the George Van Duzers were living next door to the Benjamin Van Duzers on the Auburn Highway.  The brothers George and Benjamin were barbers who originally came from Pennsylvania, probably with their uncle Eugene Townsend who purchased a small fruit farm in Rough and Ready. George was married to Annie Jacoby when they moved to Grass Valley sometime after 1910; I was unable to find any information on her death or if they were divorced previous to 1925. 

  We don't know when or how Nana met George, but he was present at Auntie Dot's eighth grade graduation in 1925 and the girls called him Daddy Van by then. 

 
George Van Duzer seated  with L-R  Dorothy (in her graduation dress), Margaret (Betty) , and Fran Hayes. 


George Van Duzer seated by himself.  These pictures were taken on the prune ranch of Charles and Anna King, Nana's parents, in Santa Clara, California.  George must have been an accepted part of the family by the time this picture was taken. 

    There are no surviving wedding pictures of this second marriage for my great grandmother.  In fact, there are no pictures of the two of them together at all.  Mom recently found a very small gold ring with the engraving E L H 12 30 26? 24?.  It turned out to be Nana's wedding band! She and George were married on December 30 of 1925 and returned from their honeymoon in early January of 1926. 




 The Morning Union 18 August 1933 (Grass Valley, California)
Newspapers.com

  George died on August 17, 1933 after only seven and a half years of marriage at the age of 58.  He died shortly after Auntie Fran and Uncle Joe were married on July 22 , 1933.  He  protested the marriage by calling the sheriff to stop the couple from driving to Reno, which of course still took place as Auntie Fran was in her early twenties.  The sheriff did not intervene. I bet that ride to Reno was a fun one! 

  I am sure there was some animosity between George and the three girls.  Divorce is hard on children no matter how it is handled. The girls didn't think he was a particularly nice man. I often wonder what Nana saw in Mr. George Van Duzer.  She never talked about him when I was growing up, but that was 40 years after his death.  Nana always went by "Mrs. Van Duzer" until her death, kept his ring and made the best of the property she was willed.  She never remarried. 

  George and Nana chose Oroville as their "Gretna Green".  This was a reference to the small Scottish village that became synonymous with runaway lovers and became the destination for eloping couples in the 1750's.  English law was changed at that time to require a young couple to be 21 years or older to get married without their parents' consent, the marriage had to be public in the couple's parish and presided over by an official of the church. This new law was strictly enforced, with punishment for any clergyman breaking it.  Scottish law, on the other hand, did not change and requirements for marriage were much less restrictive. These were called "irregular marriages".  Since Gretna Green was right over the border this became the popular place for English couples to marry and flaunt the law.  

  These days a "Gretna Green" marriage describes a marriage that takes place outside the jurisdiction of the couple's place of residence.  George and Nana slipped away quietly and drove 60 miles to Oroville, for reasons unknown.  Was it a romantic elopement? Was there some tension in the family? Did they just want a simple, private ceremony?   I would love to know the reasons behind their "Gretna Green" marriage!



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gretna_Green

https://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryUK/HistoryofScotland/Gretna-Green/
  


Saturday, March 23, 2024

#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!
 

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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Saturday, April 3, 2021

52Ancestors52Weeks Week 13 Theme: Music; Pianos, Pianos, And More Pianos (Boothby/Hansen/VanDuzer/Alden)


My son Casey playing the 1940 Acrosonic piano Nevada City, California 1987.  He inherited musical talent from both sides of his family which he continues to use. 

    

The theme this week is...Music.  I chose not to focus on any particular ancestor this time, but I am instead putting the spotlight on our family pianos. There were several!  My Mom, Margaret Hansen Boothby, helped with this post by sharing her memories of all the pianos that she could remember.  Music has been a constant thread woven throughout both my maternal and paternal sides of the family for several generations.  Our pianos are a part our family stories and  have provided us with many memories that need to be shared. 




  I remember seeing this first piano that my Mom wrote about in my Auntie Claire's living room in Angels Camp, California in the summer of 2012.  Mom and I  were helping to clear the house so that Auntie Claire and Uncle Dwight could move to a Scottsdale  nursing home for much needed care.  It was just a little upright piano, somewhat plain,  but looked like it had an interesting history of its own as I could tell the finish had melted in certain spots.  Here is the story written down by my mother.....

"The first piano I remember was a spinet, purchased by my father (Harold Hansen) shortly after he and my mother (Betty) were married in 1939.  They lived in a little apartment on Church Street in Grass Valley.  One day, someone came down the street, playing a piano on the back of a truck.  Of course, my father had to see what was going on and ran outside.  The piano was for sale, my father promptly bought it and had it brought to the apartment, and we had it all my growing up years.  In 1950 our house burned down, but some workmen ran up to the house and asked my mother if they could save anything for her.  She told them the piano and her cedar chest, so they ran into the house and got those two things.  The music rack and front of the piano were singed by the fire's heat.  Years later the music rack had become smooth due to constant use, but the rest of the front and one side were still rough where the finish had started to melt.  The piano was taken to Nana's house where it stayed in the dining room.  It went with us to a couple of other moves and then to the Lidster Avenue house where it stayed until it was given to Claire and she moved it all over the state as they were assigned different PG&E locations".  
  That little piano was used by my grandparents, my mother and my aunt, as well as my aunt's children.  I don't know how many moves it endured after my Grandfather purchased it off the back of that truck.  Unfortunately, the piano had to stay with the house in Angels Camp when my aunt and uncle moved.  So, I hope that a new family is getting some use out of the little piano that has quite a history behind it! 

  The next piano Mom remembered was purchased by my Great Grandmother, Emma King Hayes Van Duzer  on the 15th of October in 1925.  I do not have any memories of this piano, but my mother does...
"Nana had a player piano which we (she and Claire) found fascinating.  It was moved into her living room when our little piano came to live in the dining room. (The house had TWO pianos!)  The piano had a little sliding door on the front which you could open to watch the rolls go around and it would play by itself.  It was run by pumping pedals near the floor.  The piano bench was unusual in that it had a back to it which you could fold up to make your back more comfortable.  I've never seen a bench like that since.  Eventually the player mechanism was removed (I don't remember why) and I don't know what happened to it when Nana moved to town". 
   
Nana probably purchased the piano from  Sherman Clay and Company either in Oakland or San Francisco.  She did not play.  I don't know how much piano playing my grandmother did, but she did sing and read music.  Her sister Dorothy (Dot) wasn't a singer so she probably didn't play the piano, either.  Her sister Fran and Fran's husband Joe had a piano; their children Joan and Don took lessons. That piano was handed down to  Richard, Joan's son.   Joan's daughters both have pianos, and the tradition of piano lessons continued on with their families.  

The receipt for the Aeolian piano purchased by Emma L. Hayes in 1925.  $675 was a lot of money to spend at that time.  


  The next piano is still in the family and is a beautiful example of a turn of the century Chickering Upright Grand Piano...



"The large upright grand piano that was at Grandma Hansen's (Vere Burrows Hansen) was what my dad learned to play on (Harold Hansen).  It got a lot of use!  The house at 418 W Main Street had two stories on the side of Main Street hill and that piano weighed in excess of 700 pounds, so my grandfather (John H. Hansen) who was well versed in rope mechanisms devised a block and tackle arrangement attached to a plum tree in the back yard and several men hoisted that piano up to the second floor.  It stayed in the house where Claire and I would play it from time to time and my dad would sit down on a Sunday afternoon after dinner and play away from memory.  The piano was taken down the front stairs by a moving company after Uncle Jack died in 1986 (that's how I know how much it weighed) but the piano was so heavy it caused the front 2-story stairs to sway and creak.  The moving men were scared to death the stairs were going to give way!  They rolled (or rather chased) it down the hill to School Street where they could load it into the moving truck.  It then went to our house in Nevada City where it lived in the dining room next to our piano for quite a few years. (The house had TWO pianos!).  Dad and I played some 2-piano music on it and Mary Lou Langguth (the pastor's wife, church organist and family friend) used to come over for a good time doing the same thing.  When our house was remodeled, the piano went to Casey and Ali's house where Fox has been exploring it and hopefully will take lessons one day.  It is now over 100 years old and must have been at the ranch house before the Main Street house was built.  Grandpa and Uncle Jack learned to play on it." 
  The serial numbers put the piano's beginning at sometime between 1895-1900, so it was probably at the ranch off of  Idaho Maryland before being moved to West Main Street.  All three Hansen brothers either played piano, or sang.  Uncle Bob sang with the Grass Valley Cornish Choir and both Grandpa and Uncle Jack sang with their church choirs (Methodist and Episcopal) as well as the Cornish Choir.  The Bob Hansen children took piano lessons and carried on the tradition of music in Reno, Nevada. 


The house on West Main Street, Grass Valley.  The piano went down these stairs in 1986!
John Hansen (seated) with Uncle Jack before he left for service in WWII,  1941. 


  There was another piano that I do not have any memory of, but I did hear it as a baby being played while my Mom worked on her Music and Teaching degrees from the University of the Pacific in Stockton, California in the early 60's.....

"When we were in college we rented a very tiny little spinet so I could practice accompaniment music for opera students.  I could get 1/2 credit each semester just for accompanying.  I had previously taken you to practice rooms at the college in your carrier, but when you got too big for that, we rented the little piano to have at home.  The other people who lived in our apartment building said they loved listening to my practicing.  I hope so because I did a lot of it!  You grew up always having piano music in your ears, whether it was me playing or when you took lessons on your own.  Couldn't escape that!".   
  No, I couldn't.  I took piano lessons for many, many years and through high school as did my sister! 


  The next piano was the one both my sister and I learned how to play.  So many memories of hours and hours of practicing!  "Play it again!" was the familiar phrase from the kitchen or sewing room.  We even had a piano recital right in our dining room one year for all the students of  our piano teacher, Mrs. Rockwood.  My mom still uses it...

"The piano I now use is a 1940 Acrosonic (made by the Baldwin Company) purchased by Nino and Pop (Terry and Sterl Boothby, my paternal grandparents) before your dad was born because Nino wanted to be sure her expected baby would be musical.  Dad learned to play it (I think Kent took some lessons, too) and then you and Stephanie took lessons.  It has had a LOT of use over the years.  I still practice on it 3 or 4 times a week.  It's as old as I am!  It has entered the tech world, in a manner of speaking, as I use it for church music on Zoom...".  
  Yes, our piano made it into memories of the COVID-19 Pandemic of 2020/21.  



"July 3, 1941 10 weeks old"

Nino (on right) holding Dale Richard Boothby (Dad) in front of the new 1940 Acrosonic piano.  I'm working on verification of the lovely lady on the left. 



"Dale 4 1/2 years and Kent 7 weeks Nov. 1945" 
Dad used to play two piano duets with my Mom, and they even played in church together!

    

  
Me, at around age 8 or 9? The familiar 1940 Acrosonic piano is in the background with Michael Aaron practice books on the music stand.  And look at that.  A piano birthday cake!  The cake was made by my Great Aunt, Dorothy Hayes Arthur.  She was a very talented cake baker and decorator who made all of our birthday cakes. 

  Mom also wrote..."When I was growing up, or when previous generations were around it was a sign of solid middle class status to have a piano in your home.  Everyone I was friends with in school took lessons. What kind of piano you had mattered--a player piano or a grand piano were tops on the list.  When we visited someone of the older generation, I was always asked to "favor us with a number".  Good thing I memorized well.  Now, you can hardly find a modern home with a piano in it and most kids who take lessons do so on electronic keyboards.  Times have changed."

Well, I look around my house and I see...a Chickering Anniversary Baby Grand Piano from the 20's  (that very sadly needs a tuning and more playing time than it gets..) and a 120+ year old pump organ that still works and was handed down in the Alden family.  The Chickering is a more recent addition, as my children learned piano on an older upright piano that we eventually sold. I have memories of moving that piano during a March snowstorm to our new house.  Hopefully, the tradition of piano playing and piano music will be carried down many more generations in our family.  We do have an electric piano in the garage that needs dusting off, too! 

Relationship Reference:  
Me->Mom->Harold Hansen (brothers Bob/Jack)->John and Vere Hansen
Me->Mom->Betty Hayes Hansen( sisters Dorothy/Fran)->Emma King Hayes VanDuzer
Me->Dad (brother Kent)->Sterl and Terry Boothby

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Fire! (Hansen)


Emma VanDuzer with Margaret and Claire Hansen 1943.  Picture saved from the 1950 fire.

  In 1950 The Hansen Family (Harold, Betty (Margaret), daughters Margaret and Claire) were living in a house on property owned by Emma VanDuzer (Nana) on South Auburn Street in Grass Valley.  Nana's house was behind what is now A&A Sheet Metal.  Where that building sits now is where the apple and pear orchard was, as well as a berry patch.  Across the driveway from Nana's house was a very small cottage which she rented out and next to that house was the house that burned. Sometime ago someone bulldozed a parking area where the Hansen Family house was that is now level with South  Auburn Street.  Another house was never built where the Hansen  house was.  Nana's house eventually burned down; another one was built on the same spot and it also burned down.  The third building is now Vela Massage Retreat. 
  The Hansen house burned down in 1950.  Mom (Margaret) was 9 and in the third grade. Claire was 7.  Grandma (Betty) and Claire were visiting over at Nana's house when their house caught on fire and they watched in horror as it burned.  The GV Volunteer Fire Department came, but before they got there several neighbors went into the house and removed the piano, Grandma's cedar chest, some kitchen chairs and a few other things in the kitchen they could reach.
 After the fire the Hansen family went to live with Nana in her house.  Townspeople brought clothing and household goods to help and a collection was taken up by neighbors to purchase blankets.      * Information provided by Margaret Hansen Boothby. *

  This is where I have begun my digital archiving.  I have a box of charred and blackened pictures and items that were rescued from the house before it burned.  They are snapshots of family life pre-1950 and have a unique history all their own. 

Margaret Hansen and Don Holman.  Looks like a back to school picture!

Harold Hansen with Claire Hansen.

Christmas 1945-46? Margaret and Claire Hansen.

Fran and Joe Holman probably with Jim as a baby.

Margaret Hansen 1941

Claire and Margaret Hansen. Winter 1945-46?
I'm so glad this one survived. A favorite!


*Emma Lavinia King Hayes VanDuzer (Nana) m. Lester Franklin Hayes 1908 San Francisco, CA
  *Dorothy Ross Hayes Arthur (Auntie Dot)  b. 1910 d. 1989
  *Francis Charlotte Hayes Holman (Auntie Fran) b. 1911 d. 2003
  *Margaret Elizabeth Hayes Hansen (Betty/Grandma) b.1917 d.1991