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Showing posts with label William J. G. Hawes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William J. G. Hawes. Show all posts

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Grandpa's Wallet

Sunday afternoon and I decide to organize a cupboard. I'm not very good at organizing because I always find something that interests and sidetracks me!
I came upon the foldout portion of my Grandpa Hawes' wallet. It's like his time capsule - what he carried with him in 1958 when he was bit younger than I am now.

Photos of his kids
My Dad on the left and Uncle Bill on the right (very early 1940s?)
From Grandpa's Wallet
Uncle Bill on the left, my Dad on the right (mid 1940s?)

There were only a handful of photos and this one that he chose to carry - it was hidden behind the one of his sons and is dated on the back August 1940 HAHAHA


My Grandma's photo. I believe this photo was from the late 1920s so would have been a thirty year old photo in the late 1950s!


I've seen this baby before but I need help identifying him/her.


One of his hunting trips (I think he's the one second from the left).


Aunt Lee and Uncle Bill (mid 1950s)


Calendar (front)


(back)


Voting Information




Insurance Information






Business card (I have no idea what a Forwarding Company is)


1957 Puget Sound Naval Base Association Membership card


13th Naval District, Local No. 8 Retirement Association Member Certificate 1957


Red Cross Card (front)


(Back - this was long expired in the late 50s!)


Grandpa - I was glad to find this glimpse in to your life!








Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The One Where Grandma Dropped My Cake

My fourth birthday was a party at my Grandma and Grandpa Johnson's apartment across from Woodland Park Zoo.  It was both sets of grandparents, my parents, my two year old sister and me.  I don't know that I actually remember it happening (but I think I do!) but Grandma Johnson dropped my cake in the kitchen.  My memory is that it was while she was carrying it from the kitchen into the dining room singing but I look at this picture and notice her finger all bandaged up and a towel under her hand like something had just happened so now I don't remember the circumstances.  This is one of those events that she was reminded of for years.  I'm not sure I actually remember the cake-tastrophe or just the reminders she always got.
The missing frosting and decorations are evidence.  I'm sure we ate it. And lived to tell the tale. My sister looks a little concerned.





Grandpa Johnson showing us a Polaroid while we play with "Mr. Potato Head" and "Pete the Pepper"

A new slinky and I see "Cooky the Cucumber" behind me - I really don't have any recollection of Mr. Potato Head's friends!




My sister got a bulldozer! (We always both got a little something on each other's birthday)


New gigantic piggy banks for both of us!




My mom and more Polaroids


Grandpa Hawes


Grandma Hawes blowing out a candle - My Grandparent's wedding anniversary was in January so Grandma Johnson had a cake for them, too!  (I think all the frosting got used on my cake so theirs is a little lacking on the side - I really don't think Grandma Johnson dropped two cakes!)

Grandma and Grandpa Johnson (I wish the exposure was a little better)


Thank you for sharing with me my birthday of yesteryear on my birthday week!

My Fifth Birthday
My Eleventh Birthday



Monday, November 25, 2013

We Gather Together

Happy Thanksgiving!
Thanksgiving 1967. My Dad's Mom, Stella Frederickson Hawes, on the left is holding the hand of my Mom's Dad, Howard Johnson. On the right, My Dad's Dad, Bill Hawes is holding the hand of my Mom's Mom, Lucy Andrew Johnson. My Mom, my (middle) sister and I are in the photo as well - my Dad took the photo.

Looking back I realize how special it was to have us all gathered around the same table. My youngest sister was born more than 10 years after this photo and after Howard had died. But this was my entire family at the time.

A favorite traditional hymn at Thanksgiving "We Gather Together"



We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.

Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!

We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be.
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!


I hope you will be able to gather together and spend Thanksgiving with your loved ones.


Friday, February 1, 2013

Bill & Stella - Their Love Story

This post was inspired by the Valentine's card I came across recently that my Grandpa Hawes gave to my Grandma Hawes 50 years ago this month.  It prompted me to ponder their "love story":


The inside is here.

Stella Otelia Fredericks graduated Union High School in Bremerton in 1925 and went to work in Detroit where her older sister lived.


Sometime after Stella's return to Bremerton a year or so later, her parents took in a boarder named Mary Hubbell.  They went to a movie one night and behind them sat William John George Hawes with a friend.  Mary already knew Bill and introduced them to each other. Bill remembered Stella from school but Stella didn't remember him since he was a grade or two younger.  He would stare at her in Study Hall - he told people before they ever met that he was going to marry her. He ended up dropping out of high school – (more on that later).



A few weeks after the movie meeting, Bill asked Stella to the Crystal Ball - a dance for young Masons in DeMolay.  They dated for a year and were engaged for a year before they married.  When asked if there was a story of how he asked her to marry him, Stella replied, "No, no story - every time we went out he kept saying, 'so, when are we getting married?'"


Easter 1928

Bill was working at the Puget Sound Navy Yard as a Machinist at the time.  Apparently I’m in possession of stolen property; I hope the statute of limitations is up.  Grandpa used a little bit of metal and the machinist equipment to fashion these rings for the both of them - he even engraved her initials S. O. F. on hers.  Pretty romantic but illegal!



They eloped on January 26th, 1929. Stella worked Saturday morning (in the offices of Attorney Moore in Bremerton); they caught the ferry to Seattle and got married at Plymouth Congregational Church in Seattle. The newlyweds moved into their apartment Sunday and went back to work on Monday.

Grandma gave me a chocolate tin that she had kept.  I thought is was beautiful but I'm sorry I didn't ask questions about it.  I've been trying to find out more about Artstyle Chocolate Company but have not been very successful.  I have found their ads (in the historic archived Seattle Times) from the late 1920s which would coincide with their dating time frame so I kind of like to imagine this one pound tin box of chocolate was a gift he gave her when he was courting her.








She kept some random items in it and I've put a few more of her things in it - (White Shoulders is the fragrance I think of as hers . . . )


1929

Backing up - Bill had dropped out of high school at some point – I think to be able to work more hours.  He started working at age 14 (1921) as a delivery boy and later clerk at Diamond Drug Store which was later named Jamison’s Drug Co. and later still Olbergs on 4th and Pacific in Bremerton.  He also simultaneously started picking up work as a messenger boy for the PSNY.  Sometime in 1930, Bill went to work as a salesman for the Western Gas Co., in Bremerton.  He then purchased the merchandising department about June 1932 and was the Manager/Owner.  He sold it May 1933 to accept employment again at the PSNY. After marrying and one son, Bill earned his high school diploma from Bremerton High School (same school as his wife but the name had changed) in 1935. Another son (my Dad) was born in 1936. 



Work and life happened.  They had a home in Bremerton but also purchased a vacation home on Hood Canal. My Dad remembers his Dad was always off somewhere saying, "I'm off to see a man about a horse".  Bill initiated the bingo games for the Bremerton Elks as one of their primary fund raisers.  He was a manager of their travelling band and raised funds to get them new uniforms.  One of his highest honors was being elected Exalted Ruler of the Bremerton Elks for a year long term in 1951.  He was also an active Mason (just like his father) he had been installed as worshipful master in 1938. He enjoyed annual hunting trips.  My Grandma also returned to work after my Dad started Junior High.  Life was busy - they were both children of immigrants and living an American Dream.



I thought I remembered Grandpa still working for the PSNY when I used to stay with them in the summer – I remember you could hear the Shipyard’s whistle which signaled 5 o’clock quitting time and meant Grandpa was coming home.  But his obituary says he retired there in 1965 (age 58).  I would have been three so I don’t think I actually remember him coming home from the Shipyard.  After the Shipyard, he worked for Larkin Realty until retiring in 1972 at age 65.

It  was about that time that Grandma noticed Grandpa’s memory deteriorating.  I’m not sure when we actually had the official diagnosis of Alzheimer’s but it must have been heartbreaking for a wife of fifty years to be asked time and time again, “How often do you come to clean my house?” and other repetitive questions. For their 50th anniversary, my parents and aunt and uncle threw a party for them.  Grandpa had no idea why everyone was there.  He smiled big and kissed his wife when prompted.  But really didn’t know what was going on.


(My Dad's camera strap is visible standing above them - I've got my hand up to him)

Grandpa used to walk down the hill from his home to get his hair cut - he started getting lost returning home. They worried he would wander and put himself in danger.  It became obvious he needed to live in a secure facility.  I remember feeling like it wasn’t still a love-story if Grandma didn’t want to live and take care of Grandpa anymore.  They worked hard their entire lives but their Golden Years were robbed by dementia. Grandpa died in the nursing home in 1986.  Not really a "happily ever after" ending.  Just a real one.

If you're lucky enough to be "in love", take the time to enjoy and cherish it while it lasts.