Last Saturday, I finally got a chance to get together with my Aunt Cleta and cousin Theresa. I drove up to Bothell/Mill Creek and picked them up and took them down to the Puyallup fairgrounds to go to the Doll and Bear Show. They had been corresponding with and talking to Deb Canham who designs and makes bears that Theresa collects. Deb is a very nice lady with an English accent.
Deb talking to Cleta and Theresa
Cleta and Theresa (ok just a little blurry)
We had a great time! We laughed and talked for hours. It was so good to get a chance to see them!
Sunday, October 5th was my second Bali Wedding Star Class only two weeks after the first class. There was definitely not enough time to get all the sewing done. After an exhausting week at work, the class on Saturday. and then a private movie screening of The Last Rescue, got home late and then had to get up for class.
Linda was still absent so the owner of The Quilt Barn Pam took over. We worked on the the pieces that connect with the rings. I didn't get many done and my left arm that I broke when I fell almost 5 years ago was hurting so bad I ending up stopping around 3 and heading home.
I imagine this quilt is going to take me several years to finish so meanwhile look at this picture and you will see how far I have to go - and mine is going to be seven rings by seven rings.
Saturday, October 4th was my 4th Glacier Star class but I had worked ahead and was working on Technique 5 - I was just exhausted after the week at work. Our teacher was sick but the store owner Pam took over for her. The Quilt Barn is now a Judy Niemeyer Certified Shop so they now have all of her patterns.
I have finished 9 of the 14 sections on half of the spikes. I haven't had a chance to work on it since.
The spikes go around the diamonds -
And they are the outside edges of the center star - the spikes will be between the center star and the squares.
Here is the store sample.
I had to leave class at 3:30 because I was going to a private movie screening of The Last Rescue.
Francisco earthquake of 1906 struck San Francisco and the coast of Northern
California at 5:12 a.m. on Wednesday, April 18, 1906. Devastating
fires broke out in the city that lasted for about four days and with the
infrastructure destroyed there was no water to fight them. The Navy ran water
lines from the bay to help with the firefighting efforts. As a result of the
quake and fires, about 3,000 people died and over 80% of San Francisco was
destroyed.The earthquake was estimated
between 7.8 and 8.3 on the Richter Scale. California has not had one that
strong since. The violent shaking lasted for only 40 seconds – it started and then
paused for 10 seconds and then continued again stronger for 25 seconds.
28,000 buildings and 500 blocks were destroyed. It was the world’s first major
natural disaster to have its effects recorded by photography. Not surprisingly,
a later grand jury committee found that some insurance companies had used
doctored photographs to avoid paying valid claims.
The earthquake was caused by the North American and
Pacific tectonic plates moving past each other by more than 15 feet (annual
average is two inches). It created
a surface rupture along the San Andreas Fault which extended continuously for
200 miles and sporadically for another 80 or 90 miles. The 1989 earthquake only created a rupture of
about 25 miles. The mouth of the Salinas River where it emptied into Monterey
Bay was moved 6 miles to a new outlet. It impacted an area of 300,000 square
miles along the San Andreas fault, stretching from southern California to
western Nevada and on up to southern Oregon. It shifted the ground at an
estimated 4 to 5 feet per second, while the rupture traveled at about 5,900
miles per hour. It also caused 24 feet of lateral surface slippage near Point
In 1906, San Francisco had been the ninth-largest
city in the United States and the largest on the West Coastwith a population of
about 410,000. San Francisco was the financial, trade and cultural center of
the West and had the busiest port on the West Coast. San Francisco was rebuilt
quickly, but the disaster diverted trade, industry and population growth south
to Los Angeles, which during the 20th century became the largest and most
important urban area in the West.
Out of its
population between 200,000 and 300,000 people were left homeless. Every
available area of vacant land was filled with makeshift tents. Even more than
two years after the earthquake many refugee camps were still open.
At the time only 375 deaths were officially reported.
Hundreds of fatalities in Chinatown were ignored and people were shot for
looting so the total number of deaths is still uncertain, but research done
later shows that around 3,450 people are known to have died.
Nearby cities of San Jose which is 55 miles south of
San Francisco and Santa Rosa which is 55 miles north of San Francisco also
suffered severe damage and deaths.The
entire downtown area of Santa Rosa was destroyed and also suffered devastating
fires. At that time Santa Rosa had a population of around 7,000 people of which
one was my great great grandaunt Louisa Jane Hardesty Boettcher.She was the sister of my great great
grandmother Mary Graves Hardesty Tucker.
A man sits in the rubble near the intersection of Mendocino
and 5th in Santa Rosa. The fallen cupola of the courthouse can be seen in the distance.
Detail of image courtesy Sonoma State University.
I have in my possession a letter that Louisa wrote
her sister Mary just three weeks after the earthquake on May 8, 1906. Upon hearing the news about the earthquake Mary had written
Louisa to make sure she was alright. “My Dear Sister I received your letter of
inquiry and will say we are all saved and been on duty until the last few days.”
Louisa is staying in Petaluma 15 miles south of Santa Rosa with her daughter
Orie and her husband Herman Weber and their two daughters Lisette and baby
Melba Janet just five months old. Petaluma had minor damage with fallen
chimneys and a few brick walls collapsed. She goes on to say, “Mary, I can’t
tell what I have went through. I can’t write it and if I was with you could not
tell you of my experiences with all our loss. I am glad to say we are alive and
so far have had our usual rations daily at our own experience our richest men
before the quake are now standing in line for their rations and I wonder when
it will stop. The earth is still in a swing and every day and night quakes. I
wish it would stop. It makes one feel that we may go down every time. To say
the least it is a perilous time. We do not and never will know how many were
killed in Santa Rosa and as for San Francisco they are taking the dead out on
barges and dumping them in the ocean by the thousands.”Orie’s sister Polly and husband Frank Berka
and two daughters Rita and Reyna also lived in Santa Rosa.About them Louisa says, “Polly and family are
on foot now of them very well.” (“Are on foot” is used to mean homeless.)
“Frank lost in the quake but has his business. My old houses are all standing
chimneys down and filled with refugees of San Francisco. They have taken the
parlour and sitting room and bedrooms for kitchens. Can’t help myself as the
town is under martial law.” The letter ends with “This letter is for all with love
and kisses I remain your loving sister Louisa J Boettcher.”
Fourth St Looking East from A Street - Santa Rosa
(Image courtesy Larry Lapeere)
At the time of the quake Louisa, who was three years
younger than her sister Mary, was almost 63 years old (she had been born May
19, 1843 in Eminence, Henry County, Kentucky.) She was widowed and living
before the quake with Frank and Polly Berka in Santa Rosa. From a letter to
Mary on June 29, 1910, she writes that they are still feeling the economic
effects of the earthquake. Louisa has several empty rental properties and with
all the empty houses the taxes keep going up and the property owners were being
charged street repair costs.
Louisa continued to live with Frank and Polly although
in June 1911 she had just returned home after spending four months at her
daughter Orie’s house of which six weeks were due to being quarantined –“had a
hard time but all better now.” On February 14, 1914 she writes again to her
sister Mary, “My husband has been dead 18 years.I do feel sad and the longer he is dead the
more I miss him.A true and noble
man.I could pour out my soul to him.”Louisa Jane died on August 27, 1915 at age 72
and was buried with Frederick in the Odd Fellows Cemetery in Santa Rosa. Her
four granddaughters never married.
Rosalie had spent her whole life in western Washington State, and now she was getting ready to move to Eastern Oregon.
prior to Mitch leaving for John Day, Rosalie and Mitch repainted the truck
light green on top and dark green on the bottom. On October 2, 1956, Lionell
was in John Day, Oregon looking for a house.He had taken a job with the US Forest Service working as a radio
technician for the Malheur National Forest.The family was planning on joining him October 27th. Rosalie's brothers Jack and
Arnold were driving the moving truck down and Laura was driving her car with
Stella and Rosalie.Arnold and Laura
were to join us in the area when they also went to work for the Forest Service.
in John Day for five years, we lived in three different houses as housing was
extremely limited and there was nothing available on Government Hill, the
Forest Service compound. The only thing that Mitch could find when we moved to
John Day was what we termed “The Cement House” which was all concrete block
construction on Highway
395 at 821 S Canyon Blvd. I can remember Aunt Stella telling me how
horrified she was when she saw the house and how bad she felt for her sister. Terry told me he cried himself to
sleep the first night. Living there was also our introduction to rattlesnakes
and Marc would go into the hills and shoot them and bring home the rattles to
terrorize the women folk with.
1957 Aunt Laura and
Rosalie on Easter Sunday
there we moved to “The White House” next to the S&M Motors – a Chevrolet
dealership.“The White House” which was
at 142 NE Dayton only had two bedrooms so Marc and Terry slept in a bunk bed
and Lisa and I slept in a Twin/Trundle bed.For Christmas that year, she purchased bride dolls (that had wedding
rings) for Lisa and I and made them both complete wardrobes.Christmas was always a lot of fun.
we lived in “The White House”, Rosalie learned how to decorate cakes. This was
when she made the doll cake she sent to Chris for her 14th birthday
on May 19th. Rosalie sent it by way of the US Postal Service from John Day,
Oregon to Puyallup, Washington.She put
it in a box with a clear top; the Puyallup postman very carefully walked the
cake to Chris’ front door. The doll cake arrived unscathed with only one small
piece of frosting disturbed on the back of her doll dress. I remember wanting a
cake with pansies on it for my sixth birthday. Rosalie also took sewing classes
(she was a talented seamstress) and learned how to make tin ornaments, and she
always loved to read.I can remember her
sitting and reading at the kitchen table and Lisa and I asking her to make
Fudge.She would finally say “Maybe” and
then we knew we had her and we would run around her shouting “She’s going to
to Terry (aka Humphrey), Rosalie continued to experiment with casseroles that
were a continual source of amusement and dismay.He remembers one called a “Shipwreck
Casserole” – so named because it was made of layers of different ingredients
like the decks of a ship.He remembers
Mitch commenting on how the name was appropriate for more reasons than that.Terry recalls that even though her casseroles
sometimes were lacking (at least in her men folk’s eyes) that her split pea
soup was to die for as were her baked beans, Hungarian Goulash, Spanish Rice
and the venison steaks when we lived in John Day.
was always very active in community affairs in John Day. Once she helped
decorate a float for the annual parade to go along with the song “Purple People
Eater”.She helped make a “Purple People
Eater” mask that Terry then wore and they had a record player playing the song.
I still remember being so impressed that she had help create all this but I was
more impressed at the time that Terry got to be the “Purple People Eater”. He
was less impressed because it rained before the parade was over and he actually
wound up purple.
the spring and summer, we spent most weekends in the Malheur Forest having
picnics.Mitch, Marc, and Terry would
target practice getting ready for hunting season in the fall.Terry gave up the target practicing in the
summer once they built the city swimming pool.Marc also enjoyed the pool and managed to break his nose when he was
the summers, Rosalie worked in the snack bar at the John Day Drive In and that
meant that we got to see all the movies for free. Unfortunately she didn’t catch enough of “The
Blob” to know what it was about and we were terror stricken for weeks after
seeing it.The Blob resided under Lisa’s
bed for what seemed like years and it even followed her to Portland.
1960, we then moved to the big old “Pink Farmhouse” next to the Elks Club in
John Day. The Elks held an annual barbecue that kept the whole family awake
late into the night. It was the first time I had ever seen flaming batons throw
into the air – they certainly know how to have barbecue in Eastern Oregon. The
farmhouse had a very nice area that Mitch used to make his famous home
brew.As with each previous house,
Rosalie painted and wallpapered the inside and made new curtains. Our phone
number in John Day was “235” and when you picked up the phone you told the operator
what number you wanted to call.
graduated from Grant Union High School in June 1961 and Rosalie cried tears of
joy that he had made it. He had given her a “few moments” of worry during his
high school years. Terry had completed his freshman year, Maevè the second
grade and Lisa first grade. That summer we took our only family vacation.The six of us piled into the 1957 Mercury and
headed for the Grand Canyon and Arizona.Rosalie (who now had a thing about heights since the 1934 incident)
stayed in the car while the rest of us climbed a 100 foot lookout tower while
in a national forest in Arizona. The entire family decided to take a short hike
in Bryce Canyon that took us hours and hours; we never thought we would ever
get out of the canyon. We came out of Bryce Canyon about six miles from the
car. Marc and Dad hitched a ride to get the car.
In the middle of our walk through Bryce Canyon
the summer of 1961, we moved to Portland when Mitch took a transfer to the Mt
Hood National Forest.Marc stayed behind
in John Day for a year to work.We
bought a brand new house in a sub division in the Rockwood area – 18930 NE
Davis Street, off of 188th.Our address
was Portland, but our phone number MOhawk 5-9471 was Gresham.I remember once finding colored pencil
drawings in the linen closet in the hallway in Portland. When I asked Mom about
the 1940’s dress designs in colored pencil, she just responded, “those are just
doodles” but they were really, really good.
took a job in downtown Portland with the Electrolux Company working in the
office handling details for the sales staff.Rosalie was downtown during the Columbus Day Storm 1962 when the store
windows were bowing in and out from the wind. As soon as she could she headed
home to make sure we were all right.In
our neighborhood various homes had different kinds of damage – fences down, shingles
lost, windows broken, we only had a few Mitch’s giant dahlias blown over.
1963 Rosalie and Mitch
Christmas Day 1963 in Yacolt
Terry, Marc, Mitch, Rosalie, Maevè and Lisa
For Grandma Effa’s last birthday
graduated from Centennial High School in June 1964 and then both Terry and Marc
were attending Portland State University.Mitch and Rosalie split up in September 1964 and the divorce was final
in July 1965. It was sometime during this time that Rosalie went to work for
Western Drug Supply Co. as their Office Manager.
and Teck were friends with the Sneed Family who performed in a family Country
and Western band in local area bars.They introduced Rosalie to Ike Gadd who was Mrs. Sneed’s baby brother –
and he could dance!Ike brought his good
friend Frank Jones down to meet Rosalie and to see what Frank’s opinion of her
was and if he approved of them getting married.Frank later said that upon meeting Rosalie he had met the woman he
wanted to marry but instead said nothing about that to Ike.
Rosalie married Ike, we moved to Chehalis on October 31, 1965, minus the boys
who were attending college in Portland.She took a job with a Stihl Chainsaw distributor when Stihl was first
getting established in the United States. She met the company founder Andreas
Stihl’s godson when he was sent to this country on sales calls.She found the job interesting but not very
well paying.It was while we were living
in Chehalis that after talking about it for a while Mom and I decided to
correct the spelling of my first name “Maeva” to ”Maevè.”
Summer 1966 in front of her Rambler
were not going well with Ike (Lisa and I had nicknamed him “Ick”) so she
started looking for another job. Frank told Rosalie about a good job that had
come open in the Winlock School District Office as District Secretary. Rosalie
saw this job as an opportunity to start over so after 18 months in Chehalis (and
living in three different places) we moved to Winlock to the farmhouse off of
State Highway 505 (then 603) by the junction with Cemetery Road. We again
painted and wallpapered the entire interior but this time Lisa and I were old
enough to help. Rosalie divorced Ike shortly thereafter.By this time Marc had graduated from college
and had joined the Air Force and was in Officer Training School. I started my
freshman year of high school at Mt St Helen’s High School and Lisa was in
eighth grade. All during high school Mom would wake us up each morning for
school cheerfully singing. Not easy to take if you are not a morning person!
At the Portland Airport saying good bye to her grandson with Lisa
and his wife Sandi produced Rosalie’s first grandchild – Sean Scott in
October 1967. They then headed for Lackland Air Force Base Enid, Oklahoma and
more training. In June 1968 Terry graduated from Portland State and headed to
Case Western Reserve for graduate school. That summer Rosalie purchased a house
in downtown Winlock at 400 NW Arden.It
was three houses down the street from Frank and his mother Mabel’s home.By this time Frank and Rosalie were seeing
each other. In December 1968, Kimberly Anne, Rosalie’s first
granddaughter, was born.
the late 1960s, Rosalie and Stella started our annual family trips to the
beach.They would rent a cabin or a
house and sometimes Rita, Don & family and Chris & family would join
us.We all looked forward to this trip
each year. We also frequently traveled to Vina’s and spent the weekends with
and daughters made monthly pilgrimages to Portland shopping where we were
taught the finer points of bargain hunting and to “just look for it” in a
cupboard or shelf if we couldn’t find something.From these trips came the phrase that Rosalie
made famous, “Lock the doors, Girls – we are in a rough section of town!”Rosalie had a lot of phrases that she liked
to use. When something we tried to cook turned out well, we were told that we
had gotten “a good do on that.” If we were suffering while combing our hair, we
were told “it hurts to be beautiful” and
once we were older “Honestly Girls!” Occasionally, she would use a phrase that
had to be from the 30s “Now you’re cooking with gas!” while she snapped her
fingers and did kind of a Cha Cha step. She also thought things looked real
“schnazy”. Her most favorite swear word in the world was “Shit” though she
sometime used Grandma Mattie’s favorite “Sugar Tit”. She would also say "Hell's Bells" when she was annoyed. We would spend hours playing card games and
word games such as Boggle or Scrabble. For some reason she had a few names that
she would confuse and we were always teasing her about her use of “Creammate”
for Coffeemate Creamer.Rosalie would
always do a daily crossword puzzle. It was also during the 60s that she
imparted “The Rules for Ladies” to us.The
three Tucker sisters – Stella, Rosalie, and Vina passed the “Ladies Don’t”
rules down to their daughters, the five cousins – Rita, Chris, Cheryl, Maeve,
...smoke cigarettes on public streets.
...wear hair curlers out in public.
...chew more than a half a stick of gum.
...sit on public toilet seats.
...have more than two drinks.
...shave above the knees.
...go out without a rain hat.
my childhood in Portland, to Chehalis, and then to Winlock, I always remember
Rosalie cleaning house and always putting a stack of records on to listen to
while she worked. One of her favorite songs (though she had many) was Moon
River – another was Bolero.
March 1969 Rosalie – Winlock School District Business
New Year’s Eve 1969
Rosalie, Sean and Kim
the late sixties, Rosalie worked the Southwest Washington Fair in the Revenue
Officer with Frank.In the early January
1971 Rosalie also became the Secretary to the Fair Board. In June 1971, I graduated from Mt St Helens
High School in Winlock and then moved to Tacoma to take care of Sean and Kim
for the summer before starting school in the fall at the University of
Washington.Rosalie was down to her last
child at home; Lisa was now a senior at Mt St Helens High School.In mid-December 1971 Rosalie became a member
of the Winlock Planning Commission.
April 5, 1972 Rosalie joined the Chehalis Eagles Auxiliary. Lisa graduated in
June 1972.I returned home for the
summer to work at the school district office; Rosalie was working long hours
transcribing tapes for hearings the district was undergoing due to a lawsuit. At
the end of August 1972, for the first time in twenty-five years, Rosalie had no
children to send off to public schools when they opened. At the end September,
Lisa and I left for Marc’s in Tacoma and the University of Washington for both
of us.Rosalie now had an empty nest.
wanted a decent picture taken before she got decrepit
Age 49 August 1972
had a number of good friends in Winlock - Jim Fudge who was custodian at the
high school, Gloria Olson who was Frank’s secretary, Louella Young who started
working for the high school and then went to the bank, and then Bobby Dodson
who came to Winlock School District as Librarian from Quilcene. During the
summers Rosalie, Lisa and I continued our tradition of a week at the beach with
Stella - usually going in July.It was
always the highlight of our year, and we all looked forward to it. After Frank
left Winlock for Seattle, Rosalie continued her civic activities with the
Winlock Planning Commission, Winlock Booster Club and the Southwest Washington
Fair Board.She also took over as the
Revenue Officer for Fair Week in August.
and Gayle were married April 14, 1973 in Scarborough, Ontario just outside of
Toronto; Rosalie flew up for the wedding. During 1973, Rosalie had three
children all attending the University of Washington when Marc went back to
school to get another degree.Lisa and I
were now living on campus at Haggett Hall Room 451. In March 1974, Rosalie had
another granddaughter born - Alicia Gayle – Terry and Gayle’s first
child.Rosalie flew up for a week to
visit when Alicia was a baby.
-August 1975, I graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in
Business Administration.Rosalie was
very ill in the fall and when I got married in November 1975, she was still
slowly recovering from gall bladder surgery.It was also the first time that she had seen Frank in a long time; he
had transferred to First Interstate Bank in the Seattle area several years
before.My marriage also added three
more grandchildren, Pat (almost 8), Steve (age 6) and Heather (age 4).
had asked Rosalie to go to Walla Walla with her and spend New Year’s Eve 1975
with Lisa’s future in-laws.On New
Year’s Day, Frank called Rosalie there and asked her to come to Seattle.She booked the next plane out and flew to
Seattle to see him.I received a call
later that day, Rosalie was so excited – they had decided to get married.When I didn’t respond, she asked me why I
wasn’t excited?I told her that I’d
heard that one before and I would believe it when they set the date.She called back a few hours later - they were
getting married in sixteen days on January 17, 1976.We put a beautiful wedding together in 2
weeks – invitations, flowers - the works. On January 17, 1976, Rosalie became
Mrs. W. Frank Jones.
January 17, 1976
Mr. and Mrs. W. Frank Jones
Rosalie and her sisters
Myrna, Vina, Rosalie, Stella, Cleta
took a belated honeymoon in April to Hawaii. Until they could determine where
the bank branch Frank was going to be assigned to was located, Frank kept his
apartment in Seattle and Rosalie kept her job and house in Winlock.They would get together on weekends in
Seattle or Winlock or go camping.Soon
after they were married they upgraded the tent to a tent trailer.
April 1977 Steve, Heather and Pat
Easter Dinner April 17, 1977 at Grandma Rosalie’s
Heather, Kim, Steve, Sean and Pat
grandson Pat: “Most of my memories with Grandma Rosalie come from being at the
house on Arden Avenue.They really
aren’t memories of visiting the house, for that doesn’t really describe how
comfortable it was to be there.It just
seemed like, when you were there, that was the place to be.As comfortable as being in your own home.”
have fond memories of watching Grandma and the rest of the grown-ups playing
cards and being fascinated by the way they played, even though I didn’t know
how to play at the time.We kids could
always find something to do at the house, whether it be playing in and around
the creek in the back, or playing games inside.”
time has passed, I’ve grown to appreciate how amazingly at home Grandma and
Grandpa made us feel.Now that it seems
that every visit to family is an event, and that I don’t see everyone as much
as I used to, I can appreciate how natural if felt to be in the company of
Grandma Rosalie and the rest of the family.And I will always cherish how welcome and loved she always made me feel.”
from grandson Steve: “I have very few
memories of Grandma Rosalie, but those I have are all good.She was a kind, and warm woman that always
made me feel welcome in her home and part of the family.I remember her friendly face and her pale
blond hair that always looked like she had just returned from the beauty salon.Being so young, I never had a conversation
with her, but I honestly don’t remember a harsh word coming out of her
mouth.It wouldn’t stand out anyway, I
was always up to no good.”
than that, I remember the white house on the creek in Winlock.It was always clean and warm.When I picture her in my head, I see her
sitting at the table in the kitchen playing cards with a smile on her face.”
granddaughter Heather, “Grandma Rosalie was not my biological grandmother, but
she was my grandma in every sense of the word. We loved each other
unconditionally. She opened her heart and accepted me as part of her family.
When I think of grandma, only happy times come to mind. I don’t remember any
cross words instead I remember smiles, hugs and laughter. Grandma always looked
so well put together. Her hair always looked like she just left the beauty
parlor, her clothes freshly pressed, and her make-up done just perfect. I
remember her love for cards for she always had them set up in the kitchen. This
may sound strange, but grandma always had orange juice in the refrigerator. I
always looked forward to going to grandma’s house. There was always something
fun to do.”
June 1976, Lisa graduated from the University of Washington with a Bachelor of Science
as a registered nurse. In April 1977, Spencer James was born to Terry and Gayle.About this time Rosalie gave up her job and
moved to Seattle.Frank had been
assigned to a brand new branch - Evergreen East in Bellevue as a Bank
Manager.Rosalie was now looking for a
job that she soon found with the Square D Company on Mercer Island.They also purchased a new house in Redmond
that was in the process of being built.They were able to make some changes to the plans and picked out the
counters, floors and appliances.
1977 on a sailboat
November 26, 1977
Typical morning playing cards
a Thursday in May 1978, my son Marc was born in Longview.He paid his first visit to Grandpa and
Grandma’s in Redmond when he was just 9 days old.
Heather, Marc and Rosalie
September 19, 1979, Rosalie was absolutely crushed when she lost her younger
sister Vina at age 52 1/2 – Rosalie was almost 57.Rosalie had long had a habit that we had
always kidded her about – whenever she referred to Vina she would say “My
Sister Vina”.We would tease her
unmerciful about this making sure she wasn’t taking about “Her Cousin Vina” or
“Acquaintance Vina” since, after all, Vina was such a common name.She would just shake her head and say, “I
don’t know why I do that.”After Vina’s
death, Rosalie missed Vina terribly and dreamed of her often.Rosalie was very happy though that Vina, who
had also remarried, had spent a weekend in Redmond with her shortly before she
Myrna, Cleta, Jack, Rosalie, Arnold, Stella
June 1980, my daughter Nicole was born in Longview.Rosalie came down with Lisa to take care of
her last grandchild when I came home from the hospital.They didn’t get much sleep that first night
because they kept waking up and waiting for Nicole to wake up.Rosalie couldn’t believe it when Nicole slept
for five hours and then woke them up sucking on her thumb – she didn’t even
cry. The end of July 1980, Terry, Gayle, Spencer and Alicia came out for a
visit and to attend a family reunion. Rosalie loved having all four of her
children together again and all of her grandchildren playing together.
retired from the bank and eventually went to work for a water slide park
managing the ticket sales - WaterWorks Park in Issaquah.Rosalie often helped him in the evenings and
on weekends.The grandkids REALLY
enjoyed the water park.
this time the Square D Regional Vice President made a job offer to
Rosalie.He wanted her to be his
Executive Secretary in Oakland, California.He had recognized the quality of her work and her abilities – he wanted
her working for him!As appealing and
flattering as the offer was, Rosalie and Frank decided not to relocate with
only a few years left until her retirement.
Rosalie in the window of the Redmond house
had long had high blood pressure and high cholesterol and that coupled with her
years of smoking caused the first of her chest pains.After her first big scare, she quit smoking
but the damage had already been done to her blood vessels.In November 1985, she had her first bypass
surgery that was followed in January 1987, a mere 14 months later, by her
second bypass surgery.They were unable
to do any further bypasses after that but as her arteries would block up she
would have numerous angioplasties performed.Every time Rosalie was in the hospital she would not stop talking
because she always had so much she wanted to say in case she didn’t make it.Rosalie also started a QVC habit; she would
shop away and then be delighted when she returned home and had packages to
needed to work for Square D for ten years in order to have a vested retirement
with medical benefits. During a round of budget cuts by corporate headquarters,
her boss took a pay cut to ensure that she remained full time. By sheer force
of will Rosalie made it to July 31, 1987, and retirement at last.She moved to Winlock that night.Frank had come down ahead of her and had been
remodeling the house after the renters had moved out.
Dale, Stella, Rosalie, Arnold
Jones’ now set out to enjoy retirement. They had already upgraded the tent
trailer to a trailer and now they upgraded to a fifth wheel trailer. They
equipped the fifth wheel with many deluxe features including a chandelier over
the table.As time went on it became
more and more difficult for Rosalie to travel for long periods of time, but
they never gave up camping and just planned out their route accordingly.Traffic made her very nervous but crocheting
would help her stay calm and also kept her fingers nimble in spite of her
arthritis.After she retired she started
a doll collection. She crocheted elaborate doll costumes and enjoyed herself
made Halloween costumes each year and Frank decorated the house for the two to
three hundred trick or treaters they would have each Halloween. They also
decorated the whole yard and house for Christmas – adding more lights each year
to the yard.Christmas was still her
favorite time of year.
the summers and during Spring Break, they would take Marc and Nicole camping
with them to Thousand Trails campgrounds where they would play Bingo, miniature
golf with grandpa and do crafts.
and Rosalie became very active in the Winlock Methodist Church and really
enjoyed helping Reverend Steve Caskey.They also were active participants at the Wineloqua Senior Center.Rosalie took many fun classes there and made
a queen size quilt their bed and a quilted jacket for herself.Rosalie and Frank’s sister Margaret became
good friends and spent many enjoyable hours together.
had always loved words her whole life and still did crossword puzzles.If she wasn’t sewing or crocheting or
watching TV with Frank – she was reading.She loved to cook and taught us many recipes with a pinch of this and a
glob of that.
March 1990, Rosalie’s first Great Grandchild Tyler was born in
Olympia to Sean and Gale.She was so excited
and she absolutely adored Tyler.
July 27, 1990
Back row – Frank, Sean, Pat, Heather, Tyler
Kim, Rosalie, Alicia, Spencer, Marc, Nicole
late July 1990, Terry and family came out for a visit which Rosalie thoroughly
enjoyed. On August 18, 1990, the Jones’ took Marc and Nicole to Hawaiian Night
at Thousand Trails Chehalis Preserve.They all had so much fun at the Luau and Rosalie talked about it for
Jones’ loved camping at Maryhill State Park on the Columbia River and the kids
and I joined them there for a weekend during the summer of 1991.We also spent a weekend in October 1991 at
the Pacific City, Oregon Thousand Trails.
continued to enjoy Egg Day, the Senior Center activities, and most of all their
deck out over the Olequa Creek, and her doll collection continued to grow by leaps
and bounds. Even though she had frequent doctor visits and hospitalizations
since she had retired she never let it get her down.
Marc: “My childhood memories of Grandma Rosalie begin with our trips to Redmond
to visit the Grandparents.We had
certain things that we did on every visit.We would play Rummy; we would drink orange juice (Grandma always had
orange juice in her refrigerator); and we would always eat Andes mints.”
would also often go the King’s Table Buffet in Kirkland and later Roy’s
Chuckwagon in Chehalis where Grandma would let me have as many cinnamon rolls
as I wanted! I remember her calling me Marcus Apopolous, and her saying that
she had called my Uncle Marc that when he was younger.Grandma would tell me that I was handsome and
had great dimples – the best in the world.”
had many fun weekends at Thousand Trails with the Grandparents. Though I never
really considered it camping; it was more like luxury living. Grandma was
always my champion, which was necessary since I was frequently in trouble for
doing something I shouldn’t be doing.She loved me unreservedly. “
went all out for Halloween 1993 and even convinced Margaret to make a matching
costume for the Arabian Nights.She also
went all out for Christmas that year wanting it to be extra special.It was almost as if she knew that she was at
the end of her strength but she never said a word to anyone.
Heather, Grandma, Nicole
January 4, 1994, the Jones’ took their last vacation with their trailer down to
the Oregon Coast.They always loved that
time of year there.
January 3, 1994 Depoe Bay
January 10, 1994 Rosalie’s last picture – Depoe Bay,
February 1, 1994, her first Great Granddaughter ShellSea Rosalie was
born to her granddaughter Kym. On Tuesday, February 8, 1994, Grandpa Frank took
Nicole to her orthodontist appointment in Centralia.When they were done, they went back to Winlock
and had lunch with Grandma Rosalie.Nicole said that they had turkey sandwiches on white with potato chips
and milk. She said that during lunch Grandma was gushing about how great she
was feeling and that her hands were a little bothersome with arthritis, but
aside from that she hadn’t felt that great in a long time.They had such a great lunch that Nicole really didn’t want to go back to school
– she just wanted to stay with them.
9th started out as a typical Wednesday with a lunch at the Winolequa
Senior Center.They then went home and
starting cooking for a church potluck.Rosalie started feeling very badly and Frank called an ambulance.It would be the last time she spent in her
home.She was taken to Providence
Hospital in Centralia and then on Friday night transferred to Capital Medical
Center in Olympia.We met Lisa at the
hospital on Saturday morning, February 12th.My
sister said later that Mom had told her she was dying and to please let her go
in peace.While she did
not want to leave her family, it was her time.Family visited and called Saturday and Sunday.Nicole had received the MVP award (Most Valuable Player) at her basketball
game a few days before and was wearing the special MVP jacket. Rosalie was
extremely proud of her granddaughter.Rosalie was very, very tired on Saturday and, as usual, trying to talk
as much as she could.Nicole remembers
Grandma Rosalie having to move her oxygen mask so she could kiss Nicole’s hand.
Sunday February 13th during the last 14 hours of her life, she
finally got to see ShellSea Rosalie for the first and only time.She was no longer able to speak except for a
few whispers but she thought the baby was just beautiful – that was Rosalie --
gushing to the last. (We used to always tease her about her overly enthusiastic
ways.)I left Lisa and Frank at the
hospital that evening and headed back to Winlock because Marc and Nicole had
school the next day and I planned on returning the next morning.At midnight, exhaustion overcame Lisa and
Frank and they decided to rest in the visitors’ lounge. Lisa whispered in her
ear that they would be close by if she needed anything. Frank woke up suddenly
just before 2:00 a.m. and walked into her room as she died. It seemed as if she
called to him to say goodbye. At 2:03 a.m. Frank woke Lisa up and told her Mom
was gone.Lisa went in to say goodbye.
Lisa said, “The most striking thing I noticed was how peaceful and youthful her
face looked.While she looked younger
than her 71 years, she appeared even younger with death. No more strained or
painful expression - just peace and contentment.She was ready to move on.” They then called
me to tell me she was gone.
loved holidays.She had already
purchased a Valentine’s Day card for her beloved Frank that I had found on the
Sunday evening before she died when I went by their house to pick up some
things for them.I delivered the card to
him on the day she died – Valentine’s Day 1994. As my sister said, “a fitting
day for her to die because she did love so much – her husband, children,
grandchildren, and great grandchildren.”
heart, which was at a 15% capacity, had finally given out in the early morning
hours of Valentine’s Day.She had fought
clogged arteries and a heart damaged by a heart attack since 1985. She had two
by-pass surgeries 14 months apart and numerous angioplasties.She also had an incredible will to survive –
because she loved her family so much.
I love you.
youngest granddaughter Nicole wrote a poem to describe her grandmother.
I can’t lose myself very long in
the memories, before anguish draws me near.
I will try to let my words glide
smoothly, resembling the graceful path of a fallen tear.
Her smile, her voice, her rich
When “secrets” were shared with me,
the cunning she possessed, glimmered in her eyes
Her pride in her family was clear,
the females of her soul and all her passel of guys.
Even my brother, for all the havoc
he caused in my world, was an angel in her paradise.
My eyes close, and senses drift to
the touch and smells I can recall
The supple smooth yarn that quickly
became a favored new doll
The softness of her hands and face
with the subtle aid of Olay.
The morning smells of French Toast
baking, and syrup lead the way
Curls in her hair, each with a
Busy, always going, her hands never
stayed in one place.
Patting my hand, dealing the cards,
a hand on grandpa’s cheek.
Her life was always moving, rushing
for more time she could sneak
My love of cards was developed at
the kitchen table
Spike and Alice was my favorite
game to play
The puppies’ feet, the diamonds,
hearts and spades,
My skills at shuffling, impressive
to this day.
Our 5th wheel, the home
among the thousands of trails
The four of us made a well-balanced
Grandpa and Marc, with their bond
that her heart adored
And She and I had each other for
escape to the feminine world.
cheerleader alongside the basketball court,
felt her exhilaration at my dog pile and during the swish of my ball in flight,
threatened to calm her with Valium, as Grandma clapped with all her might
cheered me in life not just in the game of sports
never-wavering love and respect of my father,
me through the confusion and grief of divorce
I just wanted and needed a reason.... a person to blame
saw her support to my strong, loving, and vibrant mother
her never faltering belief in the great big-hearted man who is my father
knew I could follow her lead and still believe in the same.
I take myself through the years that were without her
tears follow the rhythm of each poem line
graduations, my loves and my triumphs
years pass quickly by, but she stays near
embodied in Stella, Mom and Lisa, or a story, or a picture we hold dear
hope that the torch will make its way down
her soul to flame brightly within me... and those who will be mine.