Hi Dann, In one of your recent msgs you mention a friend of your Father's named Al LLOYD. Your dad and he went pheasant hunting - you were there learning the ropes of hunting, and you like myself witnessed the drinking among the hunters we saw. Some really went for it - the drinking, and then the hunting, while others preferred the hunting and the sport of it and got along fine and kept themselves warm with a "snort" or two, or . . . . I remember it well! as Maurice Chevallier (sic. sp!) used to SING, even back in those times. Well, the Al LLOYD could be, and probably was Alvin LLoyd - "I rememer it well!" Al used to sit back of me in about the 2nd or 3rd grade - probably your relative and my friend, Bob or Robert Bisnett remembered him well also. Al was a likeable fellow in those days, and even later in life. In "those" days he hated school, didn't like the Principal, teachers, confinement, - he'd rather be hunting - even at that age! Yes, in later years he'd "encounter" a few and loved the stuff, but then he had a lot of company over the years - many enhoyed the juice. Another fellow I recall back there, who was probably a good friend of Al LLOYD, was Norman TRAPP, rather we called him Norm TRAPP. Norm also didn't like school, nor the Principal, nor being confined - just by virtue of his name, you would know that he was a hunter, trapper, loved the woods, horses the NATURAL ENVIRONMENT. Norm was, perhaps, more of a maverick from the word go, than many I can think of but he knew more biology when he was in the 2nd and 3rd grade with Al LLOYD, Bob BISNETT, and a whole raft of others in that room. We had excellent teachers - who taught PHONICS and you didn't get by with anything - not even whispering, no matter the reason! Many were afraid to ask to go to the bathroom, let along the John! If we whispered when the teacher was out, at Central School Snohomish, it was common to get called out into the hall, and you got your hands paddled with a ruler with the metal edge on it - I know from FIRST (& firey!)- HAND EXPERIENCE about that as I looked straight into my 4th grade teacher's eyes as she paddled my hands with that ruler ( I bit my lep hard to keep from crying from the sting), but she was one of my favorite teachers in grade school; though wasn't liked by a lot of students, I like her as I thought she was a good teacher, fair to us, and though she was strict, I appreciated the fact that she knew how to teach the various subject matter well. She was stone-faced, but it was my challenge to try to get a smile from her because I knew she could. Her father was reknown for his watch and clock repair business who was a highly respected businessman, and I loved to go to his shop and wait for all those clocks to chime and to hear them ticking away. We didn't have TV. Amos n Andy were our "TVs" where you listened to the ol' Stewart and Warner (AM radio - FM hadn't been developed for the public, yet). You used your imagination and that was your "screen" of the mind that was created by the various dialog and sound effects that came from that speaker, along with the hum. Norm TRAPP died a few years ago - he had a Horse Trail Guide business on the Stevens Pass Highway - Norm had a fine wife, and family and was truly into what he dreamed of back in that confined classroom of the early 30s. But his business reflected his expertise in the Outdoors business of good, healthy living. Norm turned out very well, and when he'd come into town, you'd think he'd come in from the Diggins, but he was neat, clean, and was Loving the Good Life that he cut out for himself early in his Life - a good kind of maverick. He performed a Service to all who would hire his expertise, and he served all who came his way well. I still recall his blue eyes, the wry smile, and the independance he expressed in his every move. He was well written up in some of the newpapers. Snohomish was a great place to be from - and I say that kindly. Though that cemetery lay in fallow - we didn't know that the City owned it back then, but it was our Indian Cemetery, just above our swimming hole at 2nd St. bridge (steel & narrow for Model Ts in those days - 30s). I saw Al LLOYD a few years ago - I suppose 10 as we have been here 20 yrs in this place. I met his son, too. But, I lost track of him and don't know if he is still around at all. I will have to check the phone book and see. I made copies of the various e-mail you have sent me and some of my replys and will take them up to Alpha's today, as I have been wound up with the Court thing and other various and sundry errands here. Sorry I am not speedier in getting the info to them. I am so glad that you called and made contact with Bob Bisnett, learning of the Reunion ahead, and that you will now be able to work your genealogy. Keep giving me names that you recall, as we have been quite successful so far. Some call this coincidental but in Genealogy, I have found a phenomena that keep repeating beyond chance, and about the time you give up on it, somehow it comes to you again and your adrenalin gets to pumpin again. I am beginning to feel that they want us to find "them" - "they" want to be found - even if they never knew us which is most probably. No, I'm not into UFOs, Ghosts (though it's getting about that Time, again, soon), Psychics, and other extra ordinary phenomena - YET! But I keep it up on the SHELF for future ref, if I feel that I need to reach up and get it along with the dust. Speaking of dust - is Pilchuck Julia's remains REALLY, ACTUALLY, POSITIVELY, beneath her Princess' pink marble Memorial (bought and paid for by the late Val Zalewsky the overseer and mgr. of the GAR Cem,. Snohomish in the 40s, 50s, era) ??? Is there a RECORD of her remains there, anywhere? Was Pilchuck Jack's remains, casket or whatever dumped into the Pilchuck River? (He was supposed to have been killed while returning to Snohomish via the RR tracks, somewhere out toward the Maltby area South of Town and was killed by a train. Somewhere I read that, but I can't quote the source at the moment.). Then I learned of a Pete Jack who was supposed to have been buried in Snoh Cem. but I only know what I heard the other day about that one. Don't know for sure if he was a son of the two, or some other relative of them. Then there was the neice who came and prayed over Julia's grave after learning of her death in 1923; her name unknown but she is supposed to have been buried in that Snohomish Cemetery. Who destroyed all those records, or "lost them" ? Carroll, Snohomish & & & 30 & & & ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]