I have a story written by the grandaughter of Cordilia and Hiram Gilmore that someone may be interested in. My line is: James Gilmore b 1685 Colerain, Ireland m Isabella William Gilmore b 1707 Colerain, Ireland m Alice Moore 1736 in Pelham , Mass. William Jr. Gilmore b 1750 Pelham, Mass d 1847 Cambridge, NY m Anna Holms Samuel Gilmore b1783 White Creek NY m Hannah Potter Hiram Gilmore b 1824 Rome NY m Cordelia Timmerman Ellmore Jay DeLoss Gilmore b 1865 Tomalles, Ca. m Margaret Maggie Jakway Hall. FINDING A NEW HOME A true story as told to me by my mother, Effie Allice Gillmore Bishop. My mother (Effie Alice Gillmore) was born in Iowa in 1857. She came to California with her mother Cordelia Timmerman Gillmore, her oldest brother Emmett and a tiny baby brother named Penn. She was about six years old. Her father Hiram Gillmore had come to California sometime before, and was working as a carpenter. Grandma Gillmore (Cordelia Timmerman Gillmore) and her children come down the Mississippi River on a boat and crossed the Gulf of Mexico to the Isthmus of Panama where the ship anchored in a small harbor. There they met a small train that carried passengers across country to the Pacific side. She did not remember the train ride but told me about seeing naked native children swimming all around the boat as it anchored. They would hold up their hands and beg for pennies. The bottoms of their feet and palms of their hands looked very pink, their finger nails looked white. They would dive to the bottom to get pennies. My Grandma did not have pennies to throw in for them but some people did. At the town where the train stopped on the Pacific side, they boarded a boat for the trip to San Francisco. How brave my Grandma Gillmore was to make a trip like that with three small children, very little money , and their few clothes in bags! Grandpa Gillmore's nephew, Henry Gillmore, used to run a hotel in San Francisco called "What Cheer Hotel". That was in 1863. Grandma and the children spent two days there waiting for Grandpa to get there and take them to Bloomfield by horse and buggy over a trail. I have no idea how they got from the ship to the hotel, but he did get there and they headed "home". My mama remembered lots of sand hills in San Francisco. In later years she told me that the What Cheer Hotel was finally torn down and used to help fill in the water front when they were building it up! Grandpa Gillmore was a traveler and restless so they moved on and lived at Tomales and later to Bodega. Ge found work but was headed north! They finally came up the coast and found a place he really liked called Manchester. He built a house there and it was there Effie Alice, my mother, attended school. The family grew to be six children, Emmett, Everett, Penn, Effie, Elma, and Eva. My mother attended Napa College for one year when she was about eighteen. Grandma Gillmore's brother, George Timmerman, gave her the money for schooling. Three other girls from Manchester attended also. When she came home, she met my father, Elijah Bishop. They were married February 22,1882. Her brother Penn and his sweetheart were married at a double wedding ceremony with them. His wife was named Jennie Andral. They had all been good friends and thought that would be nice. Jennie had beautiful curley hair and was very pretty. I have pictures of them in a large frame. The ink has faded out and my daughter Betty will try to get it restored. My mother was pretty and had a lovely wedding gown. It was gray alpaca cloth. Had a high collar, and full gathered top sleeves. The front was a panel of satin "Shirred" and the top part was called a Basque, the skirt was full. My mother was a small girl and weight about 110. She let me dress up in her wedding dress once when I was about 10 or 12. I had to be very careful and sat like a lady and looked at a book. Her hair was a beautiful golden brown and she curled it on a big hair pins so her bangs would fluff up! The back was combed down and made into a "pug". My father Elijah "Lige" as he was called, and my mother lived on the old home ranch all their lives and raised six children, (near the Garcia River.) My Dad was proud of his "bottom Land" where he raised huge carrots, spuds, and corn! Austin, my brother, and I are the only ones left of the old family. We have children and grandchildren and I am blessed with six great grandkids. There are many nieces and nephews and their families and I am sure they would not know me now. (all scattered.) My mother passed away January 4 1943, just six days before her 86th birthday. My father passed away on August 29, 1930. They were of hardy stock, hard working and wonderful people, loved by all who knew them. Just like my Grandfather and Grandmother Gillmore! I loved having them visit us and telling me the stories of their daily living. Grandma knew miles of poems and I got to sleep with her in the "spare bedroom" when she came. She would, at 6:OO A>M>, open up the window and breathe in the cool air and recite something special as she dressed. Her clothes I must tell you about: long under drawers, long sleeved under shirt, a cute night cap. Her nightgown was full and dragged the floor. She had pretty feet no bumps or sore nails and I always had her show me her cute toes. so tiny and perfect. She wore long stockings and a garter belt. All the time she dressed she sang or recited poetry. I'd be tucked under the covers. we could smell the coffee and bacon or sausage cooking downstairs and I's hear my Dad come to the bottom of the stairs to awaken my brothers Ase and Austin. He'd roar, Time to get up, goin to sleep all day? and bang would go the hall door. but, that ment getting out and they did right then. Oh the wonderful memories. Grandpa Gillmore teased me so I'd whimper and he would chuckle and laugh and pull my curles. I almost forgot to tell you that I'm the last one named Effie after my mother, (Effie Darlene Bishop Johnson,) and am married to a wonderful old buy, Carl, who will be 83 August 22, and today , July 7th, I am 80 years old, still up and going, tagging after Carl. We plan a trip to Idaho if all goes well. later this summer. We have three children, my youngest son was born on my birthday so today we will have cake and a feed later. Barbeque with all joining in, except Betty who can't make it here from Sacramento. We have been married 58 years good, happy years. We have been blessed and thank God for our wonderful long time together. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I found this in my mom's bible (Ferne Remstedt Hurley) after she passed away. Her grandma would have been Maggie Jakway Gillmore and great grandmom would have been Cordilia Timmerman Gillmore. GRANDMA'S POEM The Lark is up to meet the Sun The Bee is on the wing The Ant his labor has begin The Woods with Music ring Should birds and Bees be wise while I my moments waste'n? Oh let me with the morning rise and to my duties hasten Submitted by Judy Kendall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~