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

Tuesday, December 17, 2024

#52Ancestors52Weeks....Week 49 Theme...Handed Down....Have I Told You About Our Rocking Chairs??...


 This  Glider Rocker belonged to Anna King. 
The crewel work California Poppy pillow was made by Margaret Boothby for Dorothy Arthur. 



   Handed down...most families have unique, treasured items that have been handed down through the generations. These items serve as a bridge between the past and the present.  Our family seems to have acquired an eclectic collection of rocking chairs over the years, each with attached precious memories of family members that used them and the stories that accompany each rocker.  These are some of our handed down rocking chairs, as well as some rocking chairs that are still waiting their turn to be handed down in the future.  Pull up your favorite rocking chair and a cup of tea and read on....



  This first rocking chair belonged to my great great grandmother Anna Levers King (1862-1941).  



 Anna King with Spot.
 Turn of the century, photograph taken somewhere in the Bay Area (on the ranch?)  From the King Album. 

  This rocker is a platform glider rocker, first patented in the late 1880's.  Anna's daughter Emma (my great grandmother "Nana"), took off the arms and added a padded back after it was handed down to her.  She handed it down to her daughter Dorothy who took it all apart.  Auntie Dot handed it down in a box to my mother, and luckily all the pieces and parts were still together. Mom had a furniture restorer in Grass Valley strip off the old black finish and remove the padded back which revealed the spindles. The rocking chair was given a new life and now graces Mom's living room. It is still used during get togethers.  Because of the frame mechanism the chair gently glides back and forth instead of rocking.  It still creaks a bit, but that just adds to the charm!

Fun Fact:  Did you know that rocking chairs were considered to be feminine chairs uniquely suited to the needs of  women? In the mid 1800's men were never seen in public in a rocking chair.  Rocking chairs were generally limited to private use at home. Kovel's Antique Trader  antiquetrade.com



  


 Antique child's rocker from 1906.  It has always been referred to as "Uncle Jack's rocker".  
 
 I have posted a picture of this next rocker before...it belonged to Master Jack Hansen and I am sure it was used by his little brothers Bob and Harold (my maternal grandfather) as well. It made its way to Mom's house; it has recently been handed down to little JackF. who is the great great nephew of Jack Hansen. I think Uncle Jack would get a tickle out of knowing that his rocker is still in use today by Jack and his little sister Audrey...


 Jack Klemmet Hansen (1906-1986).  He was photographed with his younger brother Robley (Bob) Hansen (1909-1986) sometime in the summer or fall  of 1909.  From the Hansen Family Album.


  
 Little Mary's  vintage cane rocking chair.  

   This precious little rocking chair was handed down from Little Mary Macioccos to my paternal grandmother Terry Boothby (Nino) and now to me.  It is of unknown vintage and origin but looks like it may have been re-caned and stained at some point.   Nino added the padding in the 90's to match her living room decor, and the padding has been there ever since. I requested Little Mary's  chair in 1995 after Nino's passing; I have used this little rocking chair to rock my grandbabies and read them stories for the last 8 years. It is surprisingly comfortable and I fit perfectly! I am sure it was a perfect fit for Little Mary  also.  



The padding has helped protect the cane weaving over the years. 

   Mary Negri  Macioccos was born in Rocca d'Arazzo Italy in 1909 and married Antonio Macioccos (also known as Nino) in San Francisco in 1929.  Somehow, Nino and Little Mary became lifelong friends of my grandparents Nino and Sterl, and attended many family get togethers and dinners over many years.  I have fond memories of Little Mary always laughing and joking with my Nino and Uncle Frank.  Nino Macioccos passed away in 1973 and Little Mary passed away in 1990.  



 Can you spot Little Mary? 
L-R:  Nonna, Dottie, unknown couple, Nino, Little Mary, Aunt Dena and Uncle Frank in the back row, and Nino (Little Mary's husband) on the far right.  Photograph taken at my parents' wedding held at the Grass Valley Methodist Church June 25, 1961. 



Little Mary seated next to Dad.
Photograph taken at Nino's home in Sonoma, California during Easter celebrations.  This may have been in 1986 or 1989, as there is a stork on the table next to the Easter Bunny...
Also pictured are Dottie (on the left) and Chet and Muriel on the right. 




 An Eastlake rocking chair that was in the Hayes family home and is now in the possession of StephanieE. 



The Eastlake detail....

  This Eastlake chair was in the home of  Franklin and Sallie Hayes (my great great grandparents) at 3818 22nd Street, San Francisco.  The home, built in the 1880's, was found to be structurally sound after the Great San Francisco Earthquake in 1906.  The rocking chair, along with a matching  side chair and another larger chair, were in the home until the death of Lester Hayes (my great grandfather) in 1969.  All three pieces were restored by my grandmother, Betty Hayes Hansen, and then distributed to family members after that.  The rocker was handed down to my sister. 



 Lester Hayes
Photograph taken before 1969 at an unknown location. 




   
   Mom's maple rocking chair
Photograph taken in Stockton, California 1962 right after my birth. We spent a lot of time together in this rocker...



With a sculptured seat and curved back spindles, this rocker is very comfortable...and this is a stock photograph from the internet.  I could not find a good picture of just the rocking chair itself... it was always occupied!



   This is Mom's maple Boston-style rocking chair that was purchased before my birth.  Mom says she sat in about 50 rockers before she choose this one.  This rocking chair was always in my parents' living room on Banner Mountain and must have a thousand coats of Pledge on it by now, liberally administered by my sister and myself every cleaning day.   It is a beautiful rocker with many beautiful memories that go with it.  


 Mom's rocker is a Nichols & Stone Boston Rocker, circa 1961



 
   This is my rocking chair, and was given to me by my husband for our first Christmas together.  It is very similar in style to Mom's chair, but is a little smaller in proportion and fits me perfectly.  I rocked both of my children in this rocker.  




AmyA.'s rocking chair circa 1990 or so...

   One last rocking chair to share in this post.  This reproduction press-backed child's rocking chair was given to our daughter after she was born in 1989 by my parents.  It has gotten quite a bit of use not only from our daughter and her collection of dolls, but from our granddaughter who uses it when she stays at "Nana and Papa's" house.  I hope it lasts as long as some of our other rocking chairs! 

  I am sure I may have missed a rocking chair or two here and there, but these are the ones with the most memories.  They have been  taken care of, lovingly used and handed down to new generations.  It doesn't matter how old or new they are, they all are family treasures that hold sentimental value and give us tangible connections to our loved ones.  They help keep our family history alive. 

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!  
  

Friday, March 5, 2021

52Ancestors52Weeks Week 9 Theme: Multiple (Harold Hansen Had Multiple Occupations)

Harold Hansen 1937.  Picture taken at the Hartsook Studios, most likely in Oakland, California. 



 2026 Update:   Parts of this blog post are now  a part of the Nevada County Historical Society's Online Walking Tours, found under Cornish Choir A Living Culture!  Check it out next time you are in Grass Valley! Download it on your phone or find it here: 

 Margaret Boothby's experience with the Cornish Choir is on stop 10! 


Thank you to Rose Murphy and Lisa Redfern for letting our history be a part of your project. 

Check out the link to the right under Nevada County Historical Society Online Walking Tours for other posts mentioned in this project.





  This week's theme of Multiples was a tough one.  My family on either side does not have any history of twins, triplets, or anyone that married multiple times (aside from the occasional divorce and remarriage).  So, I thought about my Grandfather, Harold Hansen, and the history of multiple and varied jobs he held throughout his life.  If you ask my mother, this was a source of constant consternation, worry and fret by my Grandmother Betty Hansen.   Understandably so, as my Grandfather didn't always provide a steady stream of income and the family had to depend on my Great Grandmother, Emma VanDuzer, for support  quite a few times.  But, I would like to take the emotional component out of the story for this post, and instead focus on the jobs themselves.  As I did not directly experience the ramifications of my Grandfather's job history, I feel I am able to look at things with a little different perspective.  


  "For a preface to my story, let me say that as the years have rolled on, I am convinced that the Lord deemed that I was to be a special person with a special job to do, and He has been watching that I do it, and as my story unfolds you will understand my reasoning and that He has guided me through thick and thin, and has brought me safely so far, and will be with me until the end.  So much for the preface, now let the accounting of my life begin."  ........Harold Hansen 1991

  So began the Life Story of Harold Hansen, which was compiled from his own writings and audio cassettes that he recorded in 1991 shortly after the death of his wife Betty.  He had a tape player, and would try to record his thoughts and daily routines on a regular basis.  My Auntie Claire (his youngest daughter) took this information and began typing out a rough manuscript piecing together the snippets of information. I used the beginnings of this manuscript for my earlier blog posts on his life as a boy growing up in Grass Valley, California in the early 1900's.  She managed to get through his trip in 1930 to Norway.  The rest of his story on tape that she began transcribing is still in a notebook with her comments and questions about timelines and facts  in the margins. 

  These tapes were made at a time when Grandpa was beginning to forget things and loose his train of thought.  Auntie Claire transcribed them as they were, adding comments about spots where there was lots of blank time (a nap perhaps?) and spots where he would begin to sing.  He could usually remember all the verses of hymns or songs.  But, his stories got jumbled up here and there.  He seemed to always go back to his beloved hymns and songs when he lost interest or his train of thought.   At some point, I will finish transcribing and typing out his tape recordings and add to Auntie Claire's manuscript.  But for now I will focus on the many jobs he had throughout his lifetime. 

  Harold Lloyd  Hansen was not a stranger to hard work.  He grew up on his parent's 5 acre ranch near the Idaho Maryland Mine in Grass Valley, California with his two older brothers Jack and Robley.   They had chickens and cows to take care of  and grew hay and oats.  The boys delivered fresh milk on their "dairy route" before school, and picked up empty bottles on their way home.  They sometimes delivered  eggs, produce and fresh cut flowers to their customers.  All three boys developed a a good strong work ethic from both of their parents living on the ranch.  
  
  In my Grandpa's Junior year of high school  he played football as well as basketball and baseball.  During a basketball practice he fell and injured his knee.  He went to Sacramento for repairs (he didn't say if it was surgery or other treatment) and was not able to play sports again.  He said that "I developed an inferior complex, lost the class presidency, did poorly in grades so missed out on Berkeley. "  In fact, he barely graduated from High School in 1928. This set up a pattern of  behavior that stayed with him the rest of his life.  The Great Depression and World War II didn't help, either. 

  His first job right out of high school was working for the Forest Service at Lewis Mill, south of Loyalton, California.  He was part of a summer crew that constructed a phone line on Babbitt Peak to Sardine Peak at 8,900 feet.  Grandpa talked about how the men had to brush out cottonwood trees and haul the poles up the hill that was so steep they had to crawl.  They were above the timber line where the wind blew pretty fiercely, and the men needed special tools to get the lines up the poles. He described himself as "the flunky on the job".  He fetched cement, water and lumber, as well as cooked for the men.  Once a month he had to go get supplies from Loyalton or Truckee.  He also kept camp for the fire fighters who were working on fire in the area.  One of his other jobs was to go to Hobart Lumber Company to get "1/2 a blacksmith shop" loaded onto a 1912 Liberty Truck to haul to camp, going back up the mountain  at a 14% grade.  At this point, he thought he found his calling in life and decided he wanted to be a forester.  He  enrolled in classes at Sacramento City College for the Fall. 

  While studying botany in Sacramento he joined the Glee Club, started performing around the area and met a girl named Louise.  He developed his love of singing and performing at this time.  Between singing and Louise, his grades began to slip. Being a forester just wasn't going to happen. 

   He decided that he wanted to go to sea and become a sailor like his father John Hansen was as a young man.  In 1930, at the age of 20, he worked his way to Norway on the ship  Balboa cooking for the crew and serving as a general deck hand.  His uncle owned a shipping business and got him on the crew for the trip over and back.  He enjoyed his time with family in Norway, but decided on the return trip that being a sailor was not for him, as it was hard work and "not as exciting as I expected".  And, Louise had lost interest in him and married someone else.  So, being a sailor and following in his father's footsteps didn't happen. 

  During the height of the Great Depression  he went to work at the Idaho Maryland Mine in his home town of Grass Valley.  His father had also worked as a miner and had even helped to reactivate this mine.  The economy in Grass Valley was still going strong  because of the mining industry.  Most men in the community that were not attending college worked in the gold mines at some time or another.  Grandpa started out at an entry level job,  earning $2.88 an hour as a rock crusher.  In a few months he was working at the 850 foot level as a mucker, loading and dumping ore cars full of rubble.  Both of those jobs required a great deal of strength and were considered to be menial jobs. But, he was working. He even survived several close calls with rock falls and dynamite! He would fall back on this job several more times in his future. 

  During this time he also took  singing lessons with the Choral Class at St. Mary's Academy, and also from an organist/music teacher named Marshall Giselman out of the Bay Area.  Mr. Giselman broadcast organ recitals every Sunday afternoon from KPO Radio out of San Francisco (from the remote broadcasting location of the California Palace of the Legion of Honor) and taught music to pupils in Northern California.  Grandpa began singing with groups around town for commencement programs and recitals; he also began to sing solos for programs and services at different churches in Grass Valley.   He began his "radio" career in 1933, with the help of Mr. Giselman. 

1933 newspaper clipping source unknown


    This newspaper clipping talks about the musical program given in Grass Valley at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur B. Foote, who owned the North Star house (designed by architect Julia Morgan).  Arthur Foote was the manager of North Star Mine, and his wife, Mary Hallock Foote, was a famous illustrator and writer.  They often hosted community and civic events in their home.  The program was put on by Marshall Giselman and his students.  I can just imagine an afternoon of beautiful music inside the cool stone interior of the home.  I hope that Grandpa's parents were able to attend. It would have been a real privilege to be a part of any function given by the Footes! What an honor.  

  I'm sure a career as a singer didn't pay well at the time (or at all) and Grandpa couldn't find any other work that interested him , so he went  (or was probably sent by his father) to Reno, Nevada where his Uncle Roy Burrows had an iron works and construction business.  He worked for awhile making columns for a building as an apprentice.  His older brother Robley had also worked for Uncle Roy for a time, and had eventually started his own construction company in Reno.  While in Reno, Grandpa attended the Baptist Church with his brother  Bob (Robley) and his wife Alma, and enjoyed singing solos during Sunday services.  Not enjoying the life of a construction worker apprentice, he picked up and moved once more looking for his calling in life. Perhaps he could make a living out of his singing. 

  He decided he was going to go to Oakland to continue his studies in music.  He found a vocal coach who was a Christian Scientist and who helped him get paid for singing solos every Sunday at the Christian Science Church in Fruitvale, California.   He ended up with a three year contract at that church.  While there, he also had his own radio program at KROW studios in Oakland around 1934/35.  He performed in shows in the area; in one show he played the Ensign in a production of the "Sho-Gun" at the Heath Club Auditorium in October of 1937.   At last, perhaps, my grandfather was doing something he really enjoyed.  But, the effects of the Depression made things difficult for Grandpa. 

   Grandpa found himself lacking sponsors for his radio show, as the depression was still in full force, so he took himself back to Grass Valley in 1937.  I have to wonder what his career would have looked like if he had continued with  his music  and singing studies in the big city.  He seemed to be happy doing what he was doing there.  But, he came back to town, worked in the mines again and sang at the Episcopal Church (his family's church) on Sundays.  Then, he met my Great Grandmother Emma Van Duzer who attended the Methodist Church right across the street.  She said the church needed help with the Easter music, and  her daughter Betty who was a soprano in the choir needed singing lessons.  Well, Harold and Betty were married July 2, 1939, and he continued singing with the Methodist Church Choir for the rest of his life.  




Harold Hansen second from left singing with the Cornish Choir at the 2,000 foot level of the Idaho Maryland mine on a nation wide broadcast Christmas Day, 1940.  Photo courtesy of Grass Valley Union. 


  My mother's birth certificate lists Grandpa's occupation as "gold miner" in 1941.  He was still singing, as mom relates that she was born on a Sunday and Grandpa came to see her in the birthing hospital (now the parking lot of  the Del Oro Theater).  He commented that she was "not a boy" and then went to the Christian Science Church on Main Street to do his weekly singing there, as he was paid for that job.  He continued to sing for funerals and at other functions in the community, most of which he did not get paid for.  He worked down in the mine during the winter, and during the summer  he worked at the Idaho Maryland sawmill where he "pulled green chain".....a heavy job where men would catch the green boards as they came off the saw and stack them up. 

Grandpa's helmet lantern used in the Idaho Maryland Mine, Grass Valley, California
 



   With the advent of WWII the mines closed down as they were deemed nonessential.  Grandpa was once again out of a job, and with a wife and young daughters to support he needed to find work.  He traveled to the Bay Area once again and worked on defense projects building Liberty ships at the Richmond ship yard.  He also took another job working for the Hall Scott Motor Car Company which at the time was building engines for a variety of military projects.  I am not sure what a test washer was, but it was nice to put a story to this little pass that I found floating around with other Hansen family pictures. 



"This was mugged when I worked here during the war.  What a mug!" written on the back by Grandpa.  


  Grandpa eventually joined the Navy (he volunteered and joined his older brothers in the fight) spending time in the Philippines, Iwo Jima and Okinawa, and was in Tokyo Harbor during the signing of the peace treaty.  He served as a fireman in the belly of the ship Lenawee, which was another back breaking job.  I posted an entry detailing his service in the war last May (5-26-20).  He came back with what we would now recognize as post traumatic stress syndrome.  

Harold Hansen 1946 after his return from WWII


 When he came back to civilian life he continued to have difficulty finding work that was stable and that he enjoyed.  He was again employed by the Idaho Maryland Mine which had opened back up, and also at the New Brunswick Mine salvaging material because that mine was closing.  But, these jobs were not steady, and he looked elsewhere for odd jobs. When the family home burned in 1950 Grandpa was in Oroville looking for work.  He would often go to Sacramento looking for work, sometimes long enough to stay in a boarding house.  This was probably a difficult time for him, trying to adjust back into civilian life; it did not make things easy on his family at home.  But, he continued with his singing. 

The Idaho Maryland Mine stopped operation in 1957. 


       Grandpa ended up joining a laborer' s union which gave him the opportunity to work even if it was hit and miss. The work was mainly low level, heavy labor.   He worked on summer fire crews in the area, and in the winter  when  the water froze in the NID (Nevada Irrigation District)  flumes, workers were desperately needed to break the ice to get the water flowing again.  He and other men from the union were paid to break the ice in the flumes standing in freezing water up to their waders.  Which was nasty work, to be sure. Grandma began working at McClellan Airforce Base during this time (the Korean War) to help the family financially.  
  
  I was very surprised to learn that Grandpa was involved in several construction jobs in Grass Valley during the 50's.   One was the Country Club Terrace housing development which was headed by Howard Lidster, contractor.  Eventually my Grandpa and Grandma would move into a house on Lidster Avenue in that development.  He also worked as a laborer on the construction crew that was building Interstate 80 over the Sierra Nevada Mountains, right before the 1960 Olympics in Squaw Valley.   He worked with the blasting and drilling crews preparing for blasts to remove solid granite and dirt.  The crews had to work between the Southern Pacific trains coming through.  He told of what happened one day when a blast went off too early.  His crew thought he had been hurt, but he happened to be in the spot where the only blast that didn't go off correctly had been.  He worked several seasons on the I-80 project.  He also worked on the Highway 49 building project, widening the twisty, narrow old road.  These were all projects that helped modernize the area after the war. 

  In 1960 Grandpa once again was in the entertaining spotlight.  He made a little record for the Squaw Valley Olympics, recording it at an Auburn radio station.  I don't know if he got paid for this but he ended up with his own copy of the record!

"Feb. 18, 1960.  Song "Let's Meet at Squaw Valley".  Words and music composed and written by Effie Lois Humphrey.  Soloist--Harold Hansen.  Organist- -Dorothy Simmons.  All of Grass Valley, California".

   Finally, he began working at Beale Airforce Base in the plumbing shop in the early 1960's.  Grandma also worked there as a civilian supply clerk for the SR-71 project (aka the Skunks Works Project) so they carpooled together for several years until they both retired in 1978.   He was not especially excited about plumbing, but it was a job with benefits and a steady income.  And, Grandma made sure this time he stuck it out. They were able to buy their home on Lidster Avenue.   After his retirement, Grandpa continued to work in his beautiful garden in the backyard at Lidster Avenue, and he continued to sing at church and with the local Cornish Choir.   He and Grandma traveled a bit to Alaska, Tahiti and the Holy Land. I am glad that he finally got a chance to take a well-deserved  break.  

  Yes, my Grandpa had multiple jobs throughout his life.  Most of them involved heavy labor and were considered of the low level, unskilled variety.  He never finished college or kept a steady job with the exception of his last job with the Airforce base. And, yes, this caused conflict with his family.  There were many factors that lead to his life choices.  He never found an occupation that he enjoyed or  that paid steadily, with the exception of his singing. His musical talent he used all throughout his life.  All I know is that I remember a grandfather who was a physically strong man, but very gentle in spirit.  He never strayed from his belief that God was always watching out for him and was with him through thick and thin no matter what he put his hand to or what he was doing.  I know that he put his own unique stamp on the community he grew up in, both with his manual labor and with his singing.  I also grew up in that community, and the town that  I know looks the way it does because of my Grandpa's labors. 
  

23, October 1993 The Union  Grass Valley-Nevada City, Ca. 


  This is how my Grandfather was remembered in his obituary.  I am glad he was remembered as a Well-known singer.  That seems to be how he saw himself as well.  His singing career actually began when he was just a little boy of around 4 or 5 years of age.  He had an appendicitis attack and while recovering from surgery in the Jones Hospital he began to sing to other patients.  He cheered them with his rendition of "It's a Long Way to Tipperary" and managed to earn $3.29 which his mother made him deposit in an account at the Nevada County Bank.  Music was the brightest common thread that ran throughout his entire life.   


Relationship Reference:  Me->Margaret Hansen Boothby->Harold L. Hansen->John H. Hansen



   


  

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.