Who could find anything about the Mortland Manufacturing Co. located in South Seattle from about 1907 - 1912 at the corner of 8th. Avenue and Snoqualmie. This query was posed to me via Kathleen and Mike way back in NY - friends who have e-mailed me many times re my articles that I have posted to both WASNOHOM & PSRoots in the past. Mike has roots and fond memories of his ol' stomping grounds out this way, and Kathleen loves to capture the memories that appear of the life he left from out this way. Kathleen is an easterner, but she greatly appreciates Mikes memories of his western roots, so she tends to see that he learns more about those roots. Above is their latest query, so if anyone could come up with some information about Mortland Mf. Co. in S. Seattle from that time period, that would be great. We just lost our super sleuth, John Sloniker who was a Past Master at shagging such Queries. He knew just how to ferret those questions that so many had and he'd come up with the answer or provide fodder for it! Kathleen and Mike have have a new grandchild -their 7th who will make her debut in August. They already know that it will be a little girl, and another part of their genealogy. It is interesting to me that I get busy or procrastinate getting back to so many people who write me. Several times I see names of persons that I have e-mailed with in the past and I wonder how they are doing, etc. These strong thoughts and concerns must elicit some form of ESP, or something, as I have had that happen several times with Kathleen and her husband Mike back there in NY. I get to wondering about them and think I must e-mail them and lo and behold I suddenly get some e-mail from them and I think - is it ESP, or just conincidence. It lies in that realm of They Want to Be Found pheonomena that we have discussed on here in the past. Whatever it is, it is Great and it pleases me when it works. Naturally, I thank Kathleen for e-mailing me and I hope that someone can come up with some feedback on the Mortland Manufacturing Co. of S. Seattle. I wonder if that could have been the Georgetown area -anyway it seems to ring a bell in my past memory but not from 1912, as I didn't arrive until 1924 and I don 't remember that too well! Carroll in Snohomish w7iml@gte.net * * * 30 * * *

I'm wondering if anyone on this list MIGHT have a copy of the Federation of Genealogical Societies FORUM (Volume 13, Number 4 Winter 2001) thatI could borrow. I've been to the Seattle Public Library, the Tacoma Public Library, King Co. Library, and the Seattle Genealogical Society looking for this issue -- an no luck! This is the only issue that I'm missing in order to complete a project I'm working on. If you have a copy of this issue --- please contact me at ljbaker2@earthlink.net. I'll make arrangements to borrow and return the issue. Thanks!! > >Luci Baker >Seattle

Source: The Third Age Part II Perspective On The Past By david cameron Last month's column featured Part I of an interview with Mukilteo pioneer Louisa Fowler Sinclair, whose young parents came over from Whidbey Island to the mainland at Point Elliot to operate the county's first store, hotel, saloon, and post office. Confinced by Morris H. Frost to leave Ebey's Landing and become his business partner, the two men created the only business center between Seattle and Penn's Cove on the island, where Coupeville now is located. With few eligible women and no other families nearby, lonesome loggers made the hotel a popular place and doted on young Louisa as she grew up. This is the continuation of the interview published in Voices of the Pioneers, a Depression-era collection of firsthand accounts of Washington's early years published as a WPA (Works Progress Administration - CC.) project under the direction of the secretary of state. Louisa continued; "One day while I was running the store, an Indian was knocked into a campfire during a fight near the store. His back was badly burned and he was in great pain. I wanted to help him and ran into the store to return with a bottle of Pain Killer, a liniment presumed to be good for bruises and rheumatism, but which, if applied to a cut or exposed sore would burn terribly. I felt lik a real angel of mercy as I emptied the whole bottle on the poor Indian's burned back, and for an hour he writhed in pain far greater than that caused ty the fire. Fortunately for me, he assumed that I had done the best thing possible for him, and when the pain had eased somewhat, he thanked me for saving his life. But, how my father laughted at me when he learned what I had done to soothe the poor fellow's pain! "My tather was the first postmaster at Mukilteo, and in the early days there was no other post office in Snohomish county. So all the mail for settlers up the river came to our office. There may have been a shedule, but if there were, it didn't mean much; for the mail often was a week later than we hoped for. Sometimes letters addressed to settlers up river lay in our office for weeks before being called for. But when a vessel called the 'Chehalis' began making regular trips up the Snohomish river, its captain used to pick up mail for settlers he knew and carry it to the nearest point he could reach. "One article of commerce that was always acceptable was feathers, for making pillows and bed tick. As the country settled, there was a good demand for them, and father bought all he could get from the Indians, who killed ducks then as much for their feathers as for food. They were usually brought in bales, and were not closely inspected. So after a time the Indians began to put into the balses almost ny foreign substance they could pick up- pieces of rope, grass and ferns, etc. "Our store was filled with flying feathers one day when, after having had complaints about poor quality feathers, father insisted on inspecting one bale brought in by an Indian. It proved to be less than one-half feathers, the remainder being a bonbination of all sorts of junk. The Indian was so enraged that he kicked the opened bundly fiercely, and the feathers flew in all directions, settleing down all over the store. 'The Indian then insisted that father must pay for the feathers, even if he rejected the other stuff, and father told him if he would gather up all the feathers and bale them, he'd pay. But it was too much of a job for the Indian, and he left. It was weeks before the feathers were brushed out of our stock and swept out of doors. "Another water fowl, the brandt,which, though edible, was not considered as good for food as the mallard ducks, was often caught in fishing seines. The brandt would settle by thousands on the Sound at a point where the tide met the outflow of the Snohomish river. The Indians, in canoes, would surround a flock of them and throw their fishing nets over the flock. The brandt could stick their heads through the net but could not spread their wings to fly. By drawing in the seine the Inians easity caught and killed them. "Mukilteo had the first fish cannery on Puget Spund. At first the salmon were either salted and packed in casks or were smoked and packed for shipment. And they were well smoked, too. Smoked until the meat shrank to resemble the present-day chipped beef - not merely colored a little as is done today. It was far more delicious, too. "Later Mr. George Myers came here and started a real cannery, packing the salmon in tin cans as is done today. In his factory I got my first job at regular wates. I was taught to do the soldering that father was using the only available kerosene lamp in our house, and I could not get close enought to it to read, I resolved to have a lamp of my own. The next day, during the lunchy hour at the cannery, I made a lamp bowl of two bright new sin salmon cans, soldering them together and screwing into the top a new brass burner from my father's stock. With small shells and bright pebbles, and some green paint, I made it a very handsome and useful lamp - so good, in fact, that father almost adopted it for his own. "I can remember a time when I was very small when we had not even a kerosene lamp, when we had only a tin vessel very much like a tea kettle, with two spouts from which wicks protruded. Fish oil - made from the livers of dogfish - was the illuminant, and very smelly it was. Not only that, but the tip of each flame there wavered constantly a streamer of black, oily smoke which, in time covered the entire ceiling." Both fish oil and the Fowler family are gone, but the pear tree planted probably the year after Louisa was born in 1862 still remains at the foot of Park Ave. just above the railroad tracks cutting the street off from the waterfront. On a recent day it was blooming well, although the broken trunk is only a portion of the original tree. A Mukilteo maintenance worker from the shop across the street noted its pears are smaller than an orange and ripen slowly. "Probably a winter pear, " he observed. Crows and the public still harvest them, providing an ongoing continuity with our past. When if finally dies, the city plans on replacing the tree from cuttings taken six years ago and bein raised by an arborist on Whidbey Island. * * * 30 * * * Carroll in Snohomish

Great point Eileen Worth Repeating several times... Genealogy should be like a science experience... if it can't be repeated from the original elements it isn't valid. That's why people talk about primary records... deeds, birth certificates, marriage licenses, government or church records. (and yes people lied on primary records, or the recorder made a mistake) and that's why people should look for double records. Whoops on that darn soap box again... check http://www.linkline.com/personal/xymox/fraud/fraud.htm for more information about bad genealogy Have a great day Darilee --- Eileen <eileen@fcc.net> wrote: > Last week, I attended a lecture where the lecturer > claimed to have > found > 40 generations of her family all the way back to > Charlemagne in 724 > AD!!! When I enquired about where she found > documentation, she said > that she had found 3 books in the New York City > Public Library with a > family > history that matched her grandmother's maiden name. > This woman had > spent the past 12 years copying all the names and > details from these > books onto ancestor sheets, and claiming that > everyone in the books - > Henry 2nd thru Henry 8th, Elizabeth 1st, etc. back > to Charlemagne were > her ancestors. > > The above reminded me how easy it is to be led > astray in genealogical > research. > During the late 1800s and early 1900s, many nou-veau > riche, who came > from > humble beginnings, wanted respectability. They > hired genealogists to > find their ancestors and create an impressive family > history. Many > dishonest genealogists created family histories that > satisfied the > clients, but were completely untrue. They created > elaborate histories > with anecdotes galore and many famous ancestors, > mostly titled!! The > finished history would be printed in handsome > leather-bound volumes, > and the nou-veau riche would present them to local > libraries, > colleges, > family, friends and business acquaintances. The > most infamous rogue > genealogist, > Gustave Anjou, charged $9,000.00 to prepare a > "family history," at the > turn of the century!!! > > Since then, many researchers have used these books, > not realizing that > the information was made from whole cloth > (fabricated). Many patron > submissions on the IGI come from books such as > those. In fact, the > Mormon Library carries over 100 family histories > prepared by Anjou, > all false. > > Eileen Herkes, NY > > > ===== bookstorelady@prodigy.net http://www.rootsweb.com/~waskagit - Skagit USGW http://www.thirdstbooks.com - 3rd St. Book Exchange http://www.facesfromthewall.com - Faces From the Wall - Vietnam/Washington

Last week, I attended a lecture where the lecturer claimed to have found 40 generations of her family all the way back to Charlemagne in 724 AD!!! When I enquired about where she found documentation, she said that she had found 3 books in the New York City Public Library with a family history that matched her grandmother's maiden name. This woman had spent the past 12 years copying all the names and details from these books onto ancestor sheets, and claiming that everyone in the books - Henry 2nd thru Henry 8th, Elizabeth 1st, etc. back to Charlemagne were her ancestors. The above reminded me how easy it is to be led astray in genealogical research. During the late 1800s and early 1900s, many nou-veau riche, who came from humble beginnings, wanted respectability. They hired genealogists to find their ancestors and create an impressive family history. Many dishonest genealogists created family histories that satisfied the clients, but were completely untrue. They created elaborate histories with anecdotes galore and many famous ancestors, mostly titled!! The finished history would be printed in handsome leather-bound volumes, and the nou-veau riche would present them to local libraries, colleges, family, friends and business acquaintances. The most infamous rogue genealogist, Gustave Anjou, charged $9,000.00 to prepare a "family history," at the turn of the century!!! Since then, many researchers have used these books, not realizing that the information was made from whole cloth (fabricated). Many patron submissions on the IGI come from books such as those. In fact, the Mormon Library carries over 100 family histories prepared by Anjou, all false. Eileen Herkes, NY

You aren't just a-woofin'! I've been wanting this for years - surnames KINDLE and HUNTER for a start bring up so much noise it makes me crazy. Thank you Darilee! Diane Hettrick dhettrick@earthlink.net bookstorelady wrote: > > Hello Gang > > I just found the site!!! on another list. The > site tells how to use Google for genealogy searches > and those of you with common type names are going to > love it > > http://genealogy.about.com/library/print/n052902a.htm

Hello Gang I just found the site!!! on another list. The site tells how to use Google for genealogy searches and those of you with common type names are going to love it http://genealogy.about.com/library/print/n052902a.htm ===== bookstorelady@prodigy.net http://www.rootsweb.com/~waskagit - Skagit USGW http://www.thirdstbooks.com - 3rd St. Book Exchange http://www.facesfromthewall.com - Faces From the Wall - Vietnam/Washington

Tim and Connie BUELER of Snohomish are among the BUELER Family who have been a part of Snohomish persons who are actively engaged in activities of the Community. Tim and Connie, in particular, are beekeepers in an industry that has more to it than is usually understood. They operate Bee Haven in Snohomish, and there is a "Bee Crossing" sign at the entrance to their 7 acre ranch. Connie works Verizon which keeps our communications "abuzz" ( & allows me to write this to you-CC.) and Tim is a contractor and an Area 1 representative for the Washington State Beekepers Association. How much honey do they collect each year? A TON, or 2,000 lbs. of it ! They sell their product at their farm, and at Twin Eagles Cafe in Snohomish. Their hives are about a half-mile from their farm. What makes different t y p e s of honey? Proximity to w i l d f l o w e r s, or b l a c k b e r r i e s for example, but there are many more t y p e s of honey to know about. Subtle differences make each type a bit different from the others for our taste buds. A recent article in the Herald by graphic artist Judy Stanley (take a look at it via the Herald Search -CC) stated that 200 million lbs of honey are produced annually in the U.S. with 300 different t y p e s of honey. While the U.S. is a major producer of honey, most of our honey comes from China, Tim Bueler states. Bees that have access to pesticides and produce honey that may come from Third World countries could be affected by those pesticides. This is where beekeeping associations, such as Tim and Connie belong to are important to knowing the purity of the product that is being marketed. The pollination by the bees are welcomed by the neighbors of beekeepers in that it keeps their trees and plants pollinated. Candlewax is another product that bees produce. For a more comprehensive article about this farm operation in Snohomish, please refer to: Ref. The HERALD, Everett, WA. Date: Tuesday, May 27, 2003 Section: Local Section - Our Towns Site: http://www.heraldnet.com/about Article: This couple is abuzz with the busy business of bees by Kristi O'Harran Includes a PIX of Tim Bueler tending to the hives on his farm in Snohomish. COMMENT: Look to the Herald for their full page article -highly illustrated re Honey that was very informative. For more Information on beekeeping you may want to contact Tim or Connie Bueler at 425-334-9684. * * * Carroll Clark lived a block away from the Purdy and (variants)________ Funeral Parlor in Snohomish, I had many occasion to know Mr. E. E. Purdy and his wife, both licensed embalmers, and funeral directors. I believe the E in Mr. Purdy's name was Eldridge (or Eldredge). The Purdy funeral parlors abound in the areas of Snohomish County. Purdy & Walter, Purdy & Kerr, Purdy & Dawson, etc. Mr. Purdy was a beekeeper right in town as I lived on 2nd Street, and he (they) lived a block away at the corner of Cedar Street and Rainier ( in quite recent times, "Streets" have become "Avenues" etc. ad infitum). I would talk to him when he'd come over to the Garden City Grange Hall (2nd. & Glen St.) in Snohomish next door to my home 806-2nd St. across from today's Star Mall Antiques/Collector's Choice Restaurant. Beekeeping was Mr. Purdy's hobby - where all he kept his hives I am not sure as I was perhaps 7 - 10 yrs old when I would query him about those bees. He liked kids, so we got along fine and I admired his ability to work with the bees w/o being stung. We got to sample his product many times. This was a mortician's hobby which he loved. I took my wife-to-be to visit the Purdys at the Parlor from time to time and we always had a great visit -Mrs. Purdy told us how she had become an embalmer and got her license, when few women did so. There was another advantage in knowing the Purdys and the various Grange members back in those times. When they made pies in the basement, and opened the windows, I made sure that I was around close to those windows next door as I sniffed those freshly baked pies! Apparently I had that certain look about me, and they would offer me a big slice of apple or whatever p i e and I savored those times when the Grange would have a Fair or some gathering where pies would be served. They were all very nice to me, and I tried not to make a nuisance of myself but I just couldn't resist those smells of freshly baked pies sitting on the window ledge to cool - allowing the aroma to entice my eyes, my taste buds, and my demeanor! The "barefoot boy, with cheeks of tan" and a penchant for apple pie - any kind of pie!! Depression Days ! 1931 - 34 age 7 - 10. Loaf of bread, 10 cts. unsliced; quart of milk w cream on top 10 cts. a movie (black & white) 10 cts. to age 12, Brown's Theatre (NOT Theater!). Adults 20 cts. Carroll in Snohomish * * * 30 * * *

This is a bit before my time (1924) but "Teddy" Roosevelt and Charles "Plucky" Lindbergh were among the idols of our early days in Snohomish: Travel Leisure Sunday May 25, 2003 Herald - County Clips (usually History - CC.) Teddy comes to town by Sally Birks Saturday, May 23, 1903, was "Everett's Day of All Days," according to a headline in the Everett Daily Herald: President Theodore Roosevelt came to town, the northern-and westermost stop on his grand tour of the Wild West. The front page that day was the full-page tribute pictured here, lauding him as "a teacher and a preacher, a writer and fighter." New stories inside said thousands of people were converging on Everett by train ans steamer from "half a score" of Puget Sound cities and rom "the interior." The city was decked out in red, white and blue bunting and flags, and Indian canoe races were planned for TR's entertainment. All the stops on his long tour by train, which began 53 days before, on April 1, were practically whistle-stops. He actually arrived by steamer from Seattle and was in Everett only for two hours, long enough to be intriduced by the mayor and given a key to the city, no doubt. Teddy must have added the key to his mounting collection, since Everett was one of more than 75 stops he made on the three-month odyssey. * * * Tuttle Ancestry of William (1609-1673)and Elizabeth Tuttle come down thru the Jonathan Edwards, Stoddard, Pierrepont, Aaron Burr, Tylers to Edith Carow, dau of Charles Carow & Gertrude E. Tyler; Edith Carow being the wife of Theodore Roosevelt, 26th Pres. of the U.S. Teddy married Alice Hathaway Lee as his 1st wf. however she passed away 2 days after giving birth to a daughter, named Alice. His 2nd marriage was to Edith Kermit Carow, who'd been a childhood friend - Edith raised Alice as her own, in addition to the 5 children they had. Roosevelt loved children. I have a cast iron Teddy Roosevelt bank that I was given by my parents from Weeds Variety in Snohomish when I was age 5, 73 yrs ago. I have a friendship with Max Weed and his sister Maxine Weed (don't recall her married name & lives in the Kent or Auburn area these days). Max Weed, retired, lives in Snohomish. It was his parents whom were very good friends when I was growing up in Snohomish. What fond memories of the Weed Family, Ave. A and 3rd St., NE corner. Every Halloween, we'd hit their doorbell buzzer and then run. A guy wire from a telephone post got me on one occasion. Now their former store location is an English Tearoom called Mrs. Pennycooke's today on First Street Snohomish. Did I wander far enough from the original Subject ? Carroll in Snohomish * * * 30 * * *

Source: Snohomish County Seniors May 2003 edition - Supplement to the Tribune Article by Soren Velice, Staff Writer Snohomish doctor's practice transcends borders Fifty years of performing medical services around the world started in Snohomish for Dr. Leeon Aller, and he's getting ready to celebrate it at the Snohomish Family Clinic. Aller started his medical career in the military; he'd been serving in the Army for four years and was halfway through premed school at the University of Washington when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. His 41st Infantry Division 116th medical battalion was the firsst organized combat unit sent overseas in the war, and he got to work immediately. "When we got into combat, we were taking beachheads, we were taking islands and I was taking correspondence courses," he said. "I spent the better part of my time in the Pacific sending things to the University of Oregon; I still had two years of premed to go." When he got back in November 1945, he married Virginia, his wife of almost 58 years. While Leeon was at war, Virginia had graduated from Western Washington State College (now University) and was teaching when he got back. He had met her while he stationed in Sequim, just before his deployment to the Pacific. He hadn't yet taken his final oral exams, so he went to the university in person to take them. "They did even give me the exam," hs daid. "They just wanted to hear about the war, so I told them and they gave me credit." In 1946, as the UW graduated ist first class of doctors, Aller decided to take the advice of doctors he served with in the war and applied to the University of Pennsylvania, from which he graduated in 1950. His last year there, he was called to active duty as the Korean War began. he was stationed at the George Mead Hospital near Baltimore, then being run entirely by reservists save for one full-time colonel. After that war ended, Aller came to Snohomish and started the Snohomish Family Medical Clinic. "The beginning story of the clinic was I wanted to be a doctor, she wanted to be a teacher, we wanted to do it together," Aller said. "I've built clinics around the world since 1953, and that's when I built the one in Snohomish. "I needed to get into some clinic or start one that would allow me to do mission work and train people for active combat. Dr. Slade wanted to have time off, and I wanted to keep my military abligation to train people, hoping they'd never have to use it. he knew that, and the idea was to have doctors who could cover for each other so their patients woul be comfortable with the others, and we made it mandatory you had to take a year off in rotation so you could go do something else." Aller's next clinic was in rural Ethiopia, where Aller, a surgeon in addition to his general practice, was the only surgeon for 650,000 people in 1973. "My first long trip was to Ethiopia in 1972 to '73," he said. "I was the only surgeon in a privincial hospital, I took care of more spear wounds in civil war there than bayonet wounds in World War II." Aller started another permanent clinic in Santa Cruz Barillas, Guatemala in 1985; he had been there in 1984, and helped fighters from both sides of that country's civil war get medical help. "We got people there to like the U.S., and we did our work without arms," he said. "We built hospitals and bridges, and evacuated people to the hospital, and they couldn't get in with their guns. "We had them next to each other: farmers and military who had been fighting each other." After retiring from the Army in 1984, Aller returned to Guatemala six months later to start real hospital; the town's clinic helped, but sanitation was a problem. "Dr. Jorge Metilla had a little clinic; he saved a lot of lives, but there were a lot of p[roblems because there was no hospital, so sometimes you had to do a surgery on the same table where you had just delivered a baby by amergency Caesarean or drained an abscess." Virginia also started a school there; she was almost immediately overwhelmed by demand for her teaching skills. "I was teaching the Mayan dialect, the government said I had to teach Spoanish, and everybody wanted to learn English," she said. "Three students who were there in the beginning are now back; they started with me in the primary grades, and got through and went to teacher's college at San Carlos." * * * Dr. Aller is a true friend, and active in the community. He has participated in many vaudeville shows including the annual Mother's Day weekend performances of the Leight Fantastics in which he plays his harmonica as a part of the entertainment menu offered. His Hands For Peacemaking Foundation was formed by Dr. Aller and his wife, Virginia, 1991. For more information about this Rotary clubs of Snohomish County, contact the Hands For Peacemaking Foundation at 425-348-3030. Carroll in Snohomish * * * 30 * * *

I subscribe to the Digest versions, so I don't get the immediate response that those who subscribe to the List versions. On May 24th I first learned of my friend John William Sloniker's passing on May 20th. Even then, I had been so occupied with home chores that I haven't gotten a response to my great regret to learn of John's passing. Sarah Little of the U of W also wrote to me to be sure that I had seen the announcement re John. I greatly appreciate Sarah's recall of our friendship. I expressed some of my feelings when I heard that John would have to be taken off of PSRoots bulletin in which he was so active, and helped so many many persons find answers, and help solve searching and finding, all related to the genealogical concerns among us. John "came to bat" when we were having concerns about Snohomish Cemetery - the Support, the debacle, the truths entailed with the site as a cemetery that had been neglected by the City and the community. The debacle goes on. John concered himself with the Indian, the American Indian, the Native American (as the designation is Today). I am sure that this is one of his reasons for support for the Snohomish Cemetery, since there is such remains in that cemetery, even today. John was such a great problem solver and knew his way around our many areas over his years in this part of the woods, that I come to attach the moniker "The Ferrett" or "Ferrett" to him for the love he had for helping people find and seek among we genealogists. His answers were always well thought out, and brought success to many of us when we got "stuck" on something. I got to meet with John on several occasions and I marveled at his dedication and concern about people and their concerns. He helped me many times in many ways, and he saw that I got copies of articles that he knew were of interest to me. How I miss his contributions to the many who needed, and benefited by them. It is with a deep loss to us as genealogists and loss of a concerned person who gave of himself for others so generously. I had no idea that he was from such a large family, and that his Mother is still living. I wish all of the Family of John Wm. Sloniker my very best regards for his friendly attitude, his perspective of life and the dedication that he g a v e of himself while he was able. God's Blessings go to the Sloniker Family, all of them, and to the fond memories of a Great Man among us for his support and contributions; for his concerns for Others ! Carroll in Snohomish who will miss John greatly but the memories of him will live on. Thank you Sarah Little for remembering me relative to John. Like you said, "What a loss!" * * * 30 * * *

Thank you friend John for noting this for me - I should have caught it myself, but I guess the pills, and age have taken over my more acute memory and I didn't catch myself. You are so right in that the P-51 was defininately a single engine fighter, while the P-47 was the twin fuselage plane I had meant to refer to. Thanks for catching that. Your friend must have loved that P-47 double fuselage plane to fly. Those pre-jet aged planes were something to see. If the P-51 was a two seater, I think that was the one my friend flew in sitting back of the pilot as a radio man operating a telegraph key strapped to his knee. I can't imagine using telegraphy in those times for communications as it is so slow, even when abbreviated cryptography type messages were exchanged, but that's the way they did it in addition to the voice communications. I recall when fighter planes used to practice power diving over Snohomish over the farm-like fields of South Snohomish not far from where our Harvey Airfield is located today. I was confined at the time, so it had to be circa 1942 when this took place. I would hear the fighte planes practicing power dives, which meant they would zoom up to high altitude for those times and then dive full bore toward earth and come out of the dive, all of which had the same screaming peculiar sounds of the screaming engine as it went into the extreme dive, then come out of the dive. This was done repeatedly and I got used to the pattern of those sounds. One time I heard the usual scream of the engine as it dove toward earth and then it suddenly snuffed out, which is impossible w/o a crash. I couldn't hear the crash but I did hear the sudden dead silence and I knew what had happened to that pilot. Since I was confined to bed with illness at that time, I could not go to see the results, but a friend of out did and he brought back a piece of metal from the site and it was no larger than my hand. I recall that that plane dove some 20 feet into the ground and was soon accordioned off from spectators as the military came in. That incident must have been a very tragic event for other pilots doing their practice power dives to see. Another larger military plane landed out in the farm fields just South of Snohomish and tho a lot of civilians went out to see it, the plane was accordioned off from view closer up as it was wartime and considerably later than the power dive incident. John Chapman down there in Austin, Texas checks in with me ever so often and always has great comments to make. I greatly appreciate him and his comments. John, you should have visited our Seattle and environs - however the traffic up this way is horrendous! to say the least. I have never been to Texas or even near there but your traffic down that way couldn't be worse than ours. When it snows people up here drive as tho' it wasn't there - so they end up upside-down with their 4 wheelers, and wonder why. They defy momentum, centrifical force, and the amount of safety metal they have around them, along with a poor apprecation of seatbelts, then accompany that with running stop signs, lighte or not, constructions areas, or poor WX conditions and disintigrate like the power dive victim. I live near Snohomish High and I have seen Mothers driving their young girls to school, running stop signs near the school as examples for their kids learning driver training. Am I "getting" crochety or what - I nearly forgot the shrub I took out from our old driveway when I was teaching myself how to drive when I was 15, the folks were gone and I took the 1926 Studebaker, 2 dr. out of the garage - kept killing the motor until I found out which gears were which for shifting. No sooner did I get down the street when I saw our Snohomish Chief of Police stopped at the corner which I turned at - we both waved at each other. I took a turn down around the ball park, called Averill Field (named for Earl Averill, baseball Hall of Famer). When I decided to take that car back home before I got into to real trouble, I went to turn in our driveway, thought I was going slow enough, one shrub of the ones on either side of the driveway disappeared beneath the Studey and I was heading for the corner of our house. I slammed on the BRAKE full force soz not to hit the corner of the house. I had not even engaged the CLUTCH, just the BRAKE. I got the Studey stopped just inches from the house. I sat for 15 minutes, until I got enough strength at age 15 to get that car back into the garage where I didn't take it out again for many months, and not alone. The next time, I took it out, one of my Aunts came to stay with me, and I wanted to show her how I could drive. Again the folks were gone, on a hunting trip probably to Ellenslburg. I drove Aunt Ethel out across the Marsh Road toward Larimer's Corner, bottom of Seattle Hill. Turned around and started back across the rocky, pot-holed Marsh Road, when the engine faultered, and we came to a stop half way across. I always assumed that there was plenty of gas in the tank but apparently I was wrong. A long walk to get gas near the site of the Old Bicycle Tree site, I was able to get a gallon of gas in a can by leaving my wallet at the station for "security" that I would return to pay. Back at the Studey, Aunt Ethel had gotten some help from a couple of fellows who'd stopped by to help. I saw them light a match to try to see if there was gas in the tank, when I yelled for them to Stop that as they could blow the Studey to smitherines doing that. I was able to get it started, pay for the gas and get my wallet back and get that car home to the garage, where I learned another lesson about driving. Aunt Ethel and I laffed many times after that recalling that incident, and it was Aunt Ethel who lived to be 101 yrs. - her daughter, my Cousin B' of Ballard whom I just talked to is not 88 yrs young. She used to baby-sit me. She was/is my Favorite First Cousin and we share a lot of great Stories when we get together about those early times in Snohomish. Sorry, I got carried away with m e m o r i e s ! of earlier times in older Snohomish. Carroll in Snohomish * * * 30 * * * ----- Original Message ----- From: "john s. chapman" <thechaps@EV1.net> To: "Carroll Clark" <w7iml@gte.net> Sent: Sunday, May 25, 2003 3:33 PM Subject: Re: [PSRoots] Memorial Day 2003 : > Hi Carroll, > I believe you were thinking of the P-47. The P-51 was a single engined, one > fuselage fighter plane. One of my friends flew one in WWII. > > Hope all is well. I sure do enjoy your comments and historical background > sketches, even if I have never been to Seattle. > > John Chapman > Austin, Texas

Source: NW Prime Time - The Monthly Newspaper Promoting a Healthy Lifestyle for People over 50 Vol. 3 No. 4 April 2003. First Women of Flight by Joan Corufel PBS television has run a documentary on them. Life Magazine did a feature article on them. And Horizon House, a retirement community located in downtown Seattle, has one of its very own - a First Woman of Flight! Resident Jean Howard is ont of the women who flew for the military in World War II. They were prpperly designated as "Women Airforce Service Pilots," or WASPS. This remarkable group of pilots flew all over the country ferrying aircraft from factory to base, serving as flight instructors and test pilots and flying tow-targets for anti-aircraft artillery. An Exhilarating Opportunity When Jean Taylor graduated from college and returned to her home in Hibbing, Minnesota, she discovered that the local Junion college was offering a course on flying. Class size was limited, with only 10 percent enrollment open to females. Jean made up that percentage as the only girl. She had a pilot's license and 80 hours in the air by the time the invirtation to apply for the WASPs was posted at her flying school. She had been flying Piper Cubs so the promise of a transition to piloting a single engine, open cockpit was exhilarating. he ordered 45 minutes of calisthenics, which they did while still in dresses, pearls and high heels In April of 1943, she arrived in Sweetwater, Texas, as a part of the sixth contingent of WASPs. Women went through the same training as the men; six weeks of primary work, six weeks of basic training, and six weeks of advanced procedures. "The most fun was the instrument training," says jean. Women washed out at each level, but Jean graduated to fly AT-6s and twin-engine aircraft. She was based first in Wilmington, Delaware, then Kansas City, Kansas, and then Dallas, Texas. Some of the plane delivieries, however, were to much colder climates. She recalls having to heat her engine with a blow torch before she could fly out of Terre Haute, Indiana. Jean's flying credits include a PT-19A and a C-47. Her greatest thrill came while working in the experimental aircraft division at the Dayton, Ohio Air Force base, when she took the controls of the formidable B-29. High Heels and Zoot Suits The concept of WASPs began with flying ace Jacqueline Cochran, who convinced Hap Arnold, chief of Army Air Forces, to offer the program. Of the 25,000 women who applied, 1,830 were chosen. They arrived for training at Sweetwater in February 1943. According to a June 9, 1999 article in Life Magazine, all did not go well. The base commander of Avenger Field was so angered at having women on his base that he ordered 45 minutes of calisthenics, which they did while still in dresses, pearls and high heels. However, Jean says that her group, properly dressed in the standard one-;iece "zoot suits," was always treated as a group of professionals. WASPs flew DC-3s, P-51 Mustangs, B-17s and the B-29, the longest long-range bomber ever built. Eventually, WASPs pil9oted every moddel of militgary plane. The End of an Era In the closing months of 1944, men began returning from active duty and demanding pilot positions. The women reluctantly witnessed the end of the WASP corps. Women did not fly again in combat until 1991. There are now well over 1,000 women pilots in the military. Jean still enjoys a very active lifestyle, and lives with her husband at Horizon House. + Joan Carufel is the administrator from Marketing & Community Relations at Horizon House, a community of active, older adults in downtown Seattle. Horizon House offers independent living, assisted living, and skilled nursing. To learn more about Horizon House, call Joan at 206-624-3700. * * * COMMENT: While visiting my Mother residing out at South A area just off Pacific Ave., Tacoma during WWII, I readily recall the P-51 Mustangs, a double fuselage, prop driven plane that practiced combat maneuvers and one plane towed a target as part of their practice. The practice dog-fighting maneuvers of those new, beautiful fighter planes was a wonder to witness as they flew very fast and their ability to fly extremely fast and accomplish their quick, agile maneuvers was a marvel for we civilians to see. Their powerful, screaming engines and the double fuselage aerobatics is something that I shall never forget. That double fuselage, highly maneuverable plane of the time, eventually became known as the Black Hawk if my memory serves me correctly - anyway it became so named for its R a d a r capability in which r a d a r was a relatively new word in our vocabulary - electronic technology that allowed a plane to "see" objects of interest in combat, yet be relatively "blind" from being seen by other radar seeking sources. I still marvel whenever I see the P-51 Mustang, or the Black Hawk version of the plane whenever I see pictures or ref to them, as I recall their introduction into the war effort in Tacoma that I was able to witness and look in awe at their maneuverability. Perhaps there were pilots like Jean Taylor who were among the pilots who were learning the capabilities of that fighter plane over Tacoma in those trying times. These people/pilots are to be admired for their Service to that war effort, but we seldom hear the real story about them. They are to be honored for their part in the success derived in WWII, also. Carroll in Snohomish * * * 30 * * *

Some of you may recall that on April 12, John Sloniker's wife signed him off this list for the last time due to ill health. Those of you who knew him personally or online have lost a tremendous asset to the genealogy world both in the Puget Sound and at large this week. I have sent a generic sympathy card to his family from his many genealogy friends in the area. For those who wish to express their sympathy privately, any cards addressed to his family c/o Seattle Genealogical Society, PO Box 75388, Seattle, WA 98125 will be forwarded to the family. His photo and obituary are online at: www.legacy.com/nwclassifieds/LegacyHome.asp Sarah Thorson Little stlittle@u.washington.edu John William Sloniker died peacefully at home on Tuesday, May 20, 2003 at age 69. He was born December 11, 1933 in Fort Eustis, VA, and was the first of 17 children born to Fred and Florence Sloniker. He is survived by his wife, Judith; two daughters, Angela Karlberg, Beth Adams and three grandchildren, Toni and Emilla Adams and Haley Karlberg; his mother Florence Sloniker; nine sisters, four brothers and many nieces and nephews. He came to Seattle in the 1960's and worked as a bookkeeper and dispatcher for Yellow Cab for many years. He then took a position with the Seattle Times circulation department from which he retired in 1999. A member of the Seattle Genealogical Society, he volunteered many hours to this organization. The family wishes to thank Swedish Home Health and Hospice as well as the many friends and relatives who assisted with his care. A memorial service will be held on Monday, May 26, 1pm, at Ravenna Boulevard Presbyterian Church in Seattle (564 NE Ravenna B! lvd). In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Puget Sound Blood Bank Hemophilia Division with which he had a long and positive relationship (921 Terry Avenue, Seattle, WA 98104). Seattle Times 24 May 2003, page B6 and online.

As a result of the LOVE & Appreciation article which I quoted, and which I responded to on these bulletins, I rec'd a response from about 3000 mi. away - Central City, FLORIDA - Carl Nissen, Jr. wrote to me and enlarged on a story that captured my interest since his ancestry had touched our Puget Sound, our Snohomish County and even our little town of Snohomish. That and the fact that he was KE4KWP which to clarify, tells me that he is a ham radio operator. The KE tells me that he is a US citizen and that he a one of the more recent hams because the KE is well down the alphabet from just the K prefix. The 4 tells me that he is from a Southern state and he confirmed that by telling me that he is now in Sun City, FLORIDA. The KWP is made up alphabetically same as car license plates are made up. Carl Nissen via his 3 e-mails to me let me know the many ties that his Dad, Carl Andrew Nissen with Everett, WA and environs, such as having grad from Snohomish High School with the Class of 1915, after he had attended school at Lake Stevens school district, nearby. This intrigued me enough to want to see if I could see a picture of his father at Snohomish Historical Society Archives. Sure enough I was successful to find his picture - some enterprising soul had written on the back of the Snohomish High Class of 1915 the names of the persons pictured. They had misspelled Carl A. Nissen's surname but it was close as the person could recall who wrote it. Then I learned that Carl A. Nissen's Dad was Jens Carl Nissen and at one time he'd come originally from what is Denmark today, and had worked at Rucker Mill in Everett. He worked with Mr. Rucker who was connected to the Hartford Eastern Railroad. All this information intrigued me and at Snoh. Hist Soc. I requested that a copy be made of Carl A. Nissen's Snohomish High School Class of 1915 be made. I was able to get a very good picture of the whole class photo + a blow up of the individual picture 4 X 6" excellent print on photographic paper. I think Carl Nissen, Jr. will enjoy having both the class PIX and the individual blow up of his Dad, who was a very successful, intelligent man of which he can be proud. He mentioned in his e-mail to me of his Mother's side coming from Old New England heritage, and that he is a member of SAR (Sons of the American Revolution) and with Mayflow affiliate. So, now Carl, I would like to know the Surname of your Mother, as I have a lot of ties with New England early history and I am always curious about any possible ties, or even of names that have become familiar to me over the many years of doing New England research. So, Carl, please give me her Surname and any other surnames she may be tied to so that I can check my Info. I love to play clues, and I have been rather successful with it so far - and my reason for thinking : They Want to be Found ! So, I will await Carl's reply and I will need his mailing address so that I can send these PIX to him asap. Father's Day is coming up June 15th, and he will have a picture of his Dad from Good Ol' Snohomish High - 1915, which was the Ol' Snohomish County Courthouse Building. When it was torn down in 1938/9 to build the "new" high school they found the bricked up county jail cells, complete with scaffolds for hangings ( don't know if anyone was hung there, but it was prepared and ready to go !) when the foundation was torn apart for the new 1939 version of SHS. I had my 7th Grade in the old courthouse building - it looked like a haunted mansion at night with ivy growing in abundance up its various brick walls. Carroll in Snohomish, WA * * * 30 * * * Cousin Margaret Summitt - I have looked for the article you wanted that I wrote about the Navy Radio Station in the 1960s across from Edmonds Senior High School which was brand new in the year 1957. I recall my writing the article, but I can't recall the Subject name at the time I wrote about it. I wrote about it because there had been an article about that station in one of the publications, The Herald, perhaps, not sure. Anyway, in the article I mention about the ham station W7USA being a part of the Navy Radio Station and it was their ham radio station of 1000 watts right across the street from Edmonds Sr. High. Our ham station was K7GRJ (15 watts!) the Tiger Radio Club at that time. That Navy complex eventually became a part of the campus location of the Edmonds Community College. If anyone happens to run across that article, I would greatly appreciate knowing of it as Cousin Margaret Summitt of Everett (& guru at Sno-Isle Gen. Soc., 164th. & I5, aka Martha Lake Community Center). I've tried looking for it but haven't located the article so far. Can't remember the Subject, date, etc. of when I submitted it. It isn't a Sr. Moment, it's Ongoing ! LOL!! * * * 30 * * * would like to see that article that I wrote sometime back.

Sorry this is so late getting to you but, Arlington was incorporated just 100 yrs ago Today, May 20, 2003! Ref. The HERALD, Everett, WA. Date: Tues May 20, 2003 Section: Local - Opinion page, InN OUR VIEW Site: http://www.heraldnet.com/about Article: Arlington is celebrating, and you should see the Stilliguamish Genealogical Society on the main street in Arlington near the pioneer hardware on the same side of the street. It is very well organized and has a top staff to help you and it has a wealth of information - so stop in whenever you get the chance. Both Marge Reid and The BOOKSTORELADY = DariLee (my sic.!-CC) has given you the lowdown on the Arlington Centennial History book being offered, but I want to put in my 2 cts. worth also. I visited the Stillaguamish Valley Genealogical Society and it is a fabulous place in my estimation. I wish we had this sort of offering in Snohomish City as it warrants it. I am hoping that The Herald will have a much more comprehensive coverage of this 100 yr event on its pages beside the editorial briefing that appeared there this morning. We are proud to have Arlington as our neighbor to the north and we are proud of all the people who have constributed to the history, the nostalgia, and to the historical/genealogical society supporters who have made this celebration one to be appreciated! Best wishes to all who have supported, and will continue to support the various facets of this honored celebration of 100 yrs. of incorporation and has a society to spread the word among us. Carroll in Snohomish We're keeping the dust down, the birds are chirpin and the big clap of thunder/lightning we can do without -our power was out for at least 2.5 hrs. I thot we'd been bombed, or that an earth- quake was about to take the house apart ! It did blow a barn to smitherines not far from here and that is close enough ! * * * 30 * * * COMMENT:

Oops! Hit the wrong button. Continuing about RCW 26.33.347: d. The current name, address, and telephone number of the adoptee who desires to be contacted. The adopted person who files a certified statement with the department of health declaring one of the above conditions, may subsequently file another certified statement requesting to rescind or amend the prior statement. The statement is filed by the department of health with the adoptee's original birth certificate, if the adoptee was born in Washington, or in a separate refernce file if born outside of Washington state. This gives an adopted person someplace to hang the "I am here" flag in hopes that their biological family may be searching for them. Bob Witherspoon

Dave, You mentioned that many birth mother have contacted the adoption agency and asked that if their birth child comes searching to please forward any contact information. RCW 26.33.347 provides for an adopted person over the age of 18 to file with the department of health a certified statement declaring any one or more fo the following: a. The adoptee refuses to consent to release of identifying information to biological parents or other biological relatives, and does not wish to be contacted by a confidential intermediary except in the case of a medical emergency as determined by a court; b. The adoptee consents to the release of any identifying information to a confidential intermediary, a biological parent or other biological relatives; c. The adoptee consents to be contacted by his or her biological parents, other biological relatives, or a confidential intermediary appointed under RCW 26.33.343; d.

Greg, When the confidential intermediary is appointed by the court to assist the adoptee to find the birth parents, or by a birth parent to find the adopted child, there is no contact between the parties unless both sides agree. Reading RCW 26.33.343, the confidential intermediary signs, under penalty of contempt of court, a statement of confidentiality, to follow specific rules to maintain the confidentiality for all sides. This even extends to the case of a petition filed on behalf of a natural parent or other blood relative of the adoptee, when written consent of any living adoptive parent shall be obtained prior to contact with the adoptee if the adoptee is less than 25 years of age and is residing with the adoptive parent, or is less than 25 years of age and is a dependent of the adoptive parent. As far a a "civilian" helping an adoptee find a birth parent using other than confidential records, I would suggest the assisting searcher should first consider whether they believe that the adoptee has a "higher right" to find out who the birth parents and siblings are and what in the family's medical history may effect the adoptee. Many reunions turn out wonderfully, but some can be very disappointing and angry. This is where I believe the confidential intermediary can safeguard both sides, not necessarily from disappointment, but from a traumatic, ill-prepared meeting. Bob Witherspoon

If you go to reunion.com you have the capability of searching for all of the schools in a particular area. This might be of help. Paddy