Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Richard Duane Thomas, 3rd husband of Yvonne Mary Genson-Robison-Still

When I was almost nine, my mother married for the third time, to a wonderful man, she had grown up with, in the Snoqualmie Valley. In fact, she was best friends with his younger sister, Donna, and as Dad told me years later, he had, had a crush on my mother, from before he was in high school, but that she wouldn't give him the time of day.

Well at least one persons dreams, came true in this photo, that is for sure.

They were married September 5, 1968. She wore a lovely blue satin dress, which she made herself, with the help of her mother, if I remember correctly. They were married out at his folks, near Moon Valley, in Snoqualmie, at the foot of Mt. Si. It was a nice ceremony, and what I remember of it, was that we children were ordered, to stay out from under foot. That and Rich had a white station wagon, that somebody nearly ruined by writing, just married in red lipstick all over it, which later, wouldn't come completely out of the paint. This really made dad pretty steamed, tho he was outwardly calm about it.
I could write volumes about Richard, for he was the first father I ever knew, and was the gentlest of souls. Tho, I thought he must have really loved my mother, because you would have to be half mad, to marry a woman with six kids. He had never been married before, yet he loved us kids, and was the best father you could ask for.

This is all I have as a reminder, of their first born child. Andrew Richard Thomas. I was not quite eleven years old, when he was born I remember that sweet babies birth, and I remember when mom brought him home, to the house on the upper Cedar Falls Rd. known as the old, "Sample's", place, because Richard had bought it for his new bride and her large brood.

I remember helping to bath this darling boy, and I also remember doing diaper duty, and that nasty bucket that held his cloth diapers, beside the sink in the bathroom.

He was a happy little baby, with the cutest little dimple in his chin, just like his father, as well as his blue eyes.
Trouble came, whenever he attempted to cry. He turned blue and passed out. Sadly it was found by the doctors, that he had a defect, that was obstructing one of his lungs ,and prohibiting its inflation. He was taken to a hospital in Seattle, and operated on. He did not survive this ordeal and passed away in the hospital. He was just a few days shy of three months old.

Update: The above three pictures, were sent to me, by the kind auspices of a relative, who had saved them from destruction, by our mother. These pictures were taken at the Snoqualmie Valley Funeral Chapel, North Bend, Washington. They were taken by his father, Richard.

I shall never forget, the day my baby brother died. We children had been sent to school, as if everything was normal. We were called into the Principal's office, and baldly told the news, that our baby brother was dead. My siblings burst into tears, and were immediately comforted by the teachers, that had come in with us. I was so stunned, I couldn't shed a tear, and I stood in the center of the room, thinking, why doesn't someone hug me?! Instead, the Principal said, we could be taken home, or we could stay there at school, until family came and got us. I told him we would stay, because all I could think of, was our empty house, and how our brother wouldn't be there, and I just couldn't face it. So we stayed, and I do not remember how we ever got through the rest of that school day?! Andy had been such, the delight of us all.

I was never to see my baby brother again. We children, were not allowed to get out of the car, at the funeral parlor, and were not even allowed to attend his funeral, a fact which I carried, as a sore spot in my heart, for many a year.  He was buried at the feet of his grandmother, Gladys Shinn-Thomas, Richards mother, who had tragically passed away, just four short months, after their marriage.

Update: I came across this picture that Donna, Richards sister, gave to me, of Richard when he was a small boy. Andrew looked very much like him, with his blue eyes, and even the dimple in his chin.

This unfortunately is the only baby picture I have, of my youngest 1/2 brother, Philip Andrew Thomas.
He was born to Richard and Yvonne, March 16, 1971, just the day before St. Patricks Day. What a bundle of joy, ray of sunshine, and burst of energy, he was. It was like he was born with inner springs, and just wanted to get up and get with it, as quickly as possible. Here he is, working on his oldest brothers go cart, a rather rustic affair, that could scream all over our property, when it was running. I remember driving it, with the greatest of glee.

Blaine had made it, and it was a testament to his creativity, and mechanical abilities, that's for sure. I don't recall if Richard helped him or not, but I have no doubt he could have.

I only wish that Philip would have looked up for a moment, for he had the most cherubic face, but unfortunately he did not, at least in this shot.

I love this picture, for what else is in it. Number one, the old go cart, which saw some rough usage, but was a real blast. The other, is the back of dads Ford F-10 pickup, with the canopy attached. Who can not remember those long trips he took us on, with our whole gang piled in the back?! How he modified the back, with a sheet of plywood, for making into a bed, and how we traveled from Ocean Shores, in Northern Washington, all the way down the coastal highway, in Washington, and Oregon, all the way to California. Then on to Nevada, Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, Montana, and back home again. First in 1970, and again in 1971. Rich was never one to sit still, and he loved to camp and fish, and ride bikes with us kids, as well as mountain climbing, and hiking up Mt.Si, all the way to the top of the haystack, on its highest spot.

The very happiest days of my childhood were spent on this place. It was in those tree's in the background, that I first began to play with my little people, and began to believe in what wonderful things my imagination could think up. Dad never sneered at such things, he encouraged it. He loved kids, and knew the things that most delighted them. He bought us horses, and a cow, and delighted in teaching us all kinds of skills, from chicken house, to barn building, and beyond. He was truly a delight!!!

In the far background, are a couple of more objects, which I wish I could say, were another delight. They were not. The airstream trailer, was the home of my maternal grandparents, who to be honest, I did not like at all. Suffice to say, they made my childhood miserable, and it seemed to me that Granny Grippo, as we called her, spent far too much time, trying to get us kids into trouble with our mother, so we would get a whipping. Her name was Edna Emogene Larson-Genson, but woe betide the child, stupid enough, to call her by her first name. Apparently she didn't like it, and always went by Emogene. I tried it on her once, and lived to rue it, believe me. She had a rapid hard slap, and that's a fact.

Grandpa spent far too much time in the tavern, and when he was home, he drove my grandmother to distraction, and when she got angry, he would laugh and be pleased, and say he got the ol barracuda going.
He thought it was funny, I thought he was the biggest reason she was mean. If ever a couple lived to make each other miserable, it was those two. They were both alcoholics for years, and she finally got religion, but he did not, after which, they spent the remainder of their lives together, driving each other crazy, and stirring the wicked stick.

I don't know what the deal was with that Cadillac of hers, which you can also see. I remember one hairy ride home from school, up that twisting, winding, Cedar Falls road, leading to our house. Grandma was going lickity split one minute, and the car just died the next. The entire thing had power steering, power windows, and power brakes. Suddenly she couldn't steer it, and nothing else worked either, we were heading for the ditch, at breakneck speed. Just when I thought we were dead for sure, it coughed back to life, and grandma steered like the dickens, and just missed crashing us to bits. The pig was built like a Sherman tank, and just as heavy. Those were back in the days of no seat belts, and I hate to think what we kids would have looked like, if we had crashed. After that, I hated that car, and never wanted to get into it again, that and the fact I always got car sick.

Grandpa Genson did not drive, so grandma drove him everywhere. It's not that he couldn't, he just wouldn't. He had started driving, before Washington State decided everyone had to be licensed. Well grandpa refused to get a license, and refused to drive after that. At least that's the story he told me. Grandpa's name was, George Elroy Genson, and believe me, the invective Grandma could give his first name, when she was angry, was somethin' else.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Wes Robisons 1950 Cadillac

A funny thing can happen, when cleaning up old photo's and enlarging them for posting. Things can be revealed, in the backgrounds, that you might never otherwise see. Such was the case, when working with three such photo's, I posted earlier, of two of my older siblings.

I was enjoying a visit into the past, with my twin sister, scrutinizing each picture, I had put up, of us children, on the blog, and talking about old times. Suddenly she began to point out things, in the backgrounds, that I had never noticed, and recalled a story told long ago, by both Grandma Lillie, and our mother. So here we will revisit, three pictures, I had already posted.

The story went something like this:

It seems along about 1955 or 56, my father made the purchase of a 1950 Cadillac, which you will clearly see in the following pictures. He loved this car, and took some pride in it. However, he began to lose gas from it, and very soon figured out, that someone was coming and stealing it, nearly every time he filled the tank. This made him very angry, and he determined to stop the thief, by an ingenious method. He would take a truck battery, and step up the voltage, by attaching it to a high voltage transformer, and from there, to the gas cap, which would shock the daylights out of the thief. My mother, being fearful that the current would leave the thief, permanently stuck to the back bumper, requested that he not do it. All her suggestion did however, was to have him wire an old incubator in line, which had an intermittent cutoff, and a power pole insulator, to kick the perp off the tailgate. The thief must have gotten wind of this apparatus, because no one was ever caught, or shocked, and the thieving stopped.

Up Date: After my husband, who is an electrician and I had a chat, and he viewed the pictures, he said, "You can't get a transformer, to work properly from a battery. The battery is direct current, the transformer, is alternating current. He would have to have had, an inverter." I looked at the picture's again, and sure enough, there's one in the picture, right beside the battery. My husband couldn't tell me, how much voltage this hazard was putting out, since there was no way to know the battery size, or output of the transformer, but no doubt it could give you a nasty surprise.

This leads me to the question. I wonder if my mother confused the word, "incubator", with the word, "inverter", the way she always used the word, "felonious", when she should have used the word, "erroneous"?! Thus misinforming us, of its actual construction, by her discombobulation.

Now it must be confessed, I thought little of this story, as a child, and thought it was too crazy to give much credence to. These pictures prove that the story was for real. Which brings me to this question. Was my father born stupid, or did he take lessons?! Who in their right mind, would build such a thing, with his children playing within ten feet of it?! If they had touched it, when it was hot, it could have killed them in an instant.

Cadillac's from the year 1948 - 1956, had the weird feature, of having the gas-cap located under the left rear tail-light. This made it very easy for my dad to rig up his gas thief trap, but thank God no one was ever electrocuted!
Here is that picture again of Blaine welding, you can clearly see, this is the old 1950 Cadillac.

 Here is that darling picture of Cheri again, with dads 1950 Caddy again, in the background.

Look closely behind Cheri, at the left rear bumper of the Caddy. The power cable can be clearly seen, coming from the back bumper.

Here again is Blaine, interacting with the trike, Cheri is no longer riding.

The left tail-end of the Caddy is just barely showing, but that same cable, is hanging down. The center of this blow up, clearly shows the truck battery, and the "inverter", between it, and the transformer, which is the tall bucket shaped object, in front of the tractor tire. The brown object, lying in the road, in line with the cable, coming from the bumper, is a brown porcelain high voltage insulator.  Can we say death trap, children?!!!

By some miracle, no one was hurt, by this insane contraption. If my dad were alive today, I would say, "What in the heck were you thinking?!!!"

Another crazy childhood story, just proven to be true. Sorry Mom, I always thought, this one must have been a windy!  HOLY COW!!! You were telling the truth!

Sunday, April 26, 2015

The Twins - Linda & Lesa Robison

Now there's a title, we both sometimes hated. The true identity eraser. TWIN
My sister and I, sometimes felt like we were on parade. If nothing else was going on at a party or get together, mom could always bring out the twins. It was like being a side show, or being a part of a penny dreadful. I didn't much mind, one way or the other, but my sister didn't like it a bit. One can hardly blame her, since I was usually found in a state of clothing malfunction, or disrepair. She prided herself in her appearance, and I prided myself, in how many tree's I could climb.

It must have been a real relief, to her, to have me cleaned and dressed up, some of the time, even if it was only during that period, I was either in church or in school. I hated girls clothes, and shed them like rain from a roof, the minute I got home, from either. Then I was off to the woods, for some more daring adventures, a past time which suited me to a tee. I would often go trouping after my older brother Blaine, for I was his assigned child, as Linda was Angie's. Mother having assigned us girls, into the care of our older siblings, from as far back as I can remember. They must have really loved that, not!

I think the photographer was having way too much fun here. I clearly recall him telling us, to put our heads together. As you can see, Linda, who is sitting on the right, complied, Me, not so much. I would call the expression on my face, my photographers smile. I didn't much care, for having my picture taken.

Here is Linda, in the same red dress, only the black little tie is gone, and she is wearing it for her first grade picture. She just twinkle's for the camera.

Here is Myself, same time, same matching dress. Weren't we just adorable?!
By this time, no amount of prodding, on the part of the photographer, could compel me to show my teeth. This was my typical photo smirk.
If I had to guess, I would say we were six and seven, in these pictures. c.1966-67

We began first grade at Wanatchee Junior Academy, in Wanatchee, Washington, September of 1966, and transferred to Spring Glen Elementary, near Fall City, Washington, February 15, 1967. I loved my first grade teacher in Wanatchee, her name was Mrs, Peterson. I couldn't stand the one at Spring Glen. Her name was Mrs. Shumate. Fact is, I didn't like any of my teachers in grade school, until my 8th grade teacher, in the The Dalles, Oregon, one Eldon Mills. All the others, were heavy on the spanking paddle, or remedial discipline, and light on the teaching skills.

Our Von Trapp Like Family Photo

Moving on to better things. This next photo always make me smile. My mother, God love her, always loved to have us sing. We were a very musical bunch, and so special music for church, was an oft repeated habit of ours. This picture is what I like to refer to, as the Robison version, of the Von Trapp Family Singers. If  I remember correctly, the clothes were purchased, by Mrs. Campbell, a wealthy, well meaning member of the church we attended, in Snoqualmie Valley. Whose idea it was to have us all sit together, and have our picture taken, I am not sure?! But I can just about lay bets, that grandma Lillie helped pay for most, if not all of them. She was a great lady, for having our pictures taken.

From left to right, front row: Linda Lee Robison, Lesa Lin Robison, 1/2 brother Brent Madison Still.
Second row: Cheri Kay Robison, Angie Marie Robison.
In the back: Blaine Gerald Robison.
This picture was taken in North Bend, Washington.

This is a much happier group picture of us, tho I can't figure out, why our mother isn't in it?! When we were singing, is the one time you could count on us, not squabbling or fighting. We loved to sing around the piano at home, or to the music of grandma Lillie, playing on her old pump organ, or Angie playing her guitar, or just listening to the radio, or records, we did not have a t.v.

It was the greatest surprise of my life, when I first stood next to grandma Emogene Genson in church, and realized she must be tone deaf. Mother could always sing, as could her father, her mother sadly, could not.

Brent Madison Still was born, March 1, 1963. He was lovingly adopted, by my mothers third husband, Richard Duane Thomas, and became, Brent Madison Thomas.  Isn't he just adorable?!

He was nicknamed Toady, which was quickly changed to Toby Joe. Mother said he slept all curled up like a little toad, which is why she called him that to start with, but we children called him Toby Joe, for the little boy in the movie, Toby Tyler, who ran away to join the circus. In fact, I was nearly into my teens, before I even knew he had a different name, which goes to show how observant I was. I put it down to, too many kids, and too many moves. Who could concentrate on all of it?! I was fast becoming a kid, who lived in my own world, in the woods, and in my head.

Robisons In A Group Photo

I was sorely conflicted about putting up this picture, it has never made me happy, that it even exists. If not for the small baby in it, and my other siblings, I would have burned it years ago. This was one of the numerous pictures, Grandma Lillie sent off to the relatives, and I was certainly surprised to see it, again. The only other copy of which, I had seen once, in the bottom of my mothers cedar chest.

My father, as I said before, died very young. His death certificate says colon cancer, but that is debatable. At any rate, he died November 15, 1960. My mother having married at just sixteen, had by this time, five children, the eldest just over seven years old, the youngest, my twin sister and I, aged one. She was 24. My fathers death, was not a sudden one either, and the emotional and financial toll, on the family, must have been immense. Added to this tragedy, was the fact that my grandpa Shorty, had died suddenly of a heart attack, just a few weeks, after my twin sister and I were born, and you can get a small idea, of the extent of our families heartache.

Into this sad picture marched a man, whom my mother was certain, would save her from all her burdens, and worries. This could not have been further from the truth. If ever the devil walked in human form, this man was it. Suffice to say, I claim Psalms 37, every time I even have to think of him, for the pain and scars he left on our family, are still with us to this day.

Having said all that, I will say this. The Lord can bring good things out of evil, and this fact has never been more true, than the fact that the child born of this man, and my mother, was not cursed with the taint of his father, but was the sweetest of babies. All of us girls, just doted on him, and loved him intensely. Our only thoughts, were to protect him from his brutal father, and all knowledge of his ways.
Fortunately for all concerned, theirs was a very brief marriage.

Starting from the front row, from left to right:  Myself, Lesa Lin Robison, half brother, Brent Madison Still, which we all called Toby Joe, and my twin sister, Linda Lee Robison.
Next row: my oldest brother, Blaine Gerald Robison, Duane Owen Still, 2nd husband of our mother, Yvonne Mary Still, our mother, & my older sister, Cheri Kay Robison.
Back row: Roger Still, Duane's son from a prior marriage, Jerry Still, younger brother of Roger, and my eldest sister, Angelina Marie Robison, aka Angie.

I believe, the only honest expressions in this entire picture, are of baby Brent, and myself. You can see the sadness in our eyes. I still remember the day this picture was taken, and I was very unhappy, to have to go stand where I did. I wanted to stay next to my twin sister, as I did not like this man, and was terrified of him. I remember thinking, if  I stand really still, I will become invisible, and he won't notice me.

For the sake of those, they caused pain, and for the sake of that sweet son of his, my brother, Brent, I will say no more on the subject. Some things are better off forgotten.

Linda Lee & Lesa Lin Robison "The Identical Twins"

Like the shock of ice water down ones neck, on a hot summers day, was our arrival. Well, to be completely honest, was my arrival. Linda, being born first, was the one totally expected.

The story is told of our birth, in this wise: My father took my mother one day, to see her doctor, one Dr. Worthman, at her clinic, in Fall City, Washington. What was meant to be just a check up, turned into an impromptu  delivery, complete with my father assisting. My sister was born first, on October 9, 1959. She was lain upon my mothers chest, in readiness of cutting her cord, when my father, who was standing near my mothers feet, said, "There's another one!" Stepping up, and grabbing quickly, he caught me on the way to the floor. I was born a mere five minutes after my sister, but completely stole the show, as no one knew I was there. You can bet there was a good deal of consternation, and excitement after that. I am very thankful for my fathers quick thinking and reflexes, for I have no doubt, that he saved my life that day.

From here the story gets a bit blurry. Did we go straight home, after our birth, or were we taken to Nelms, where most of our other siblings were born? I don't have the answer. Where the story picks up next, is when we arrive with our parents, at Grandma Lillie's house. Apparently my mother had taken, or been given, a medication, containing ergot, which unbeknownst to her, she was deadly allergic to. She had barely stepped through the door of grandma's house, when she went into a seizure, and was rushed to the hospital, where she lay in a coma for some time.
When she finally came to, she was rather mentally confused, and didn't believe she had given birth to twins.
During that time, Grandma Lillie, and Grandpa Shorty, took us in, and cared for us. Our bed was an orange crate, stuffed with pillows. Grandma said she tied a pink ribbon on my sister, and a blue one on me, so that she could tell us apart, and know which she had fed last. We were raised on good old Carnation milk, from a can, and bottle fed, not the method the rest of our siblings enjoyed.

This might explain the special attachment, I've always felt towards my grandmother. She was always my rock, the person I went to for words of wisdom, and comfort. A women of simple Godly faith, she seemed always calm and unshakable, no matter the crisis.

Here I am, sitting in a baby buggy, in our yard, on the lower Cedar Falls Rd. At this point, all I am going by, is the thumb in my mouth. Seems, I liked to suck my thumb, a practice I continued until I was nearly twelve. My poor mother, resorted to every kind of measure, from socks covering my hands, to Tobasco Sauce on my thumbs, to no avail. I finally broke myself of the habit., when I realized, it was giving me bucked teeth.

Here is a picture of my twin sister and I, and gauging again by the thumb in the mouth, I am the one being held, but an unknown girl. My oldest sister, Angie is in the foreground, and you can just see my twin sister, Linda's head, beside her elbow. I wonder, does anyone in the family, know who that girl is? Could it be Candy Angevine, or is it a relative?

 Update: After talking to my sis, she pointed out, that the baby in the buggy, alone, is wearing a little boys shirt. Since these two pictures, were taken at the same time, the twin being held, has to be her, since she is wearing a dress. I have to agree, because Mom liked to dress my sis in frilly little dresses, and me in boys clothes. So I am the twin in the buggy, and Linda is the baby being held, by the unknown person. Thanks sis, for clearing that up!

Here I am, enjoying a sunny day in grandma Lillies yard. Looks like I am trying to master crawling.

Here we are, Linda on the left, and Lesa on the right. We are visiting at grt. grandma and grt. grandpa's house, in Auburn, Washington. They were Charles Oren Thompson & Flossie Beck, grandma Lillies parents. I absolutely loved my great grandparents, and visiting them. You will get to see a picture, and hear more about them later.

Here's a clue on how to tell, which of us is which, in this picture. First look at our shoes. I may have been born second, but I was always bigger. The other, is that my sister was always very tidy in her clothes, and I was a ragamuffin, and always coming undressed. Notice the bigger shoe, and the untucked blouse, on the right hand twin?! That's me. I wonder what we are eating? A cookie perhaps, or maybe rabbit?!

Here we are again. This time, we are at the little house, behind Uncle Harry & Aunt Ella Gensons house, in Snoqualmie. They were grandpa, George Elroy Gensons, brother and his wife, so technically they were our mothers uncle & aunt. I believe if I remember correctly, that we were being babysat that day, by mothers brother's wife, Gwen Thomas-Genson. Did uncle Al, and aunt Gwen, live in that little house at one time too, or were they just there, visiting grandma and grandpa Genson? I don't know. I do know the maternal grandparents lived there for some years, but whether it was all in one stretch, or off and on, I don't know.
Grandpa was a rolling stone, that gathered no moss. His occupation being mainly in logging, and road construction. He went wherever the jobs led. They ranged from North Bend, Washington, to North Bend Oregon, and back again, with who knows how many stops in between?!

Anyway, if you use the hints I gave you, you will quickly see, that it is Linda on the left, and me on the right, in the top picture, and me in the background, in the bottom picture. No doubt she is in pink, and I am in blue. Colors that ought to describe our different personalities, perfectly. She was delicate, and lady like, and I was a tomboy through and through.

How many of you can remember that old playpen? Is that the death trap mom was still hauling around, clear down to Philip?! If it is, it's a wonder any of us survived.

The story was told of Blaine, making wondrous escapes from that thing, by piling his toys up in a corner, and crawling over. I think Philip, got up to a like kind of mischief. Wise decision that. It was some finger & toe pincher.

Here I am in the tub, also at Auntie Ella's. You can see I am quite calm, and seem to be enjoying my time in the water. Linda on the other hand, had a fear of water, and would have been screaming the house down. I wonder if it was the water, or from the sound of the drain?! I remember our youngest brother, Philip, too, had a terror of the bathtub, until I figured out one day, it was not the water itself, but the sound the water made as it gurgled and growled down the drain. I had him stomp on and kill, what I called the, "Drain dragon", and he managed to conquer his fear by doing so. I wonder if he still remembers it?

Cheri Kay Robison

Third, but not the last in the line up, came Cheri. Teasingly referred to as, "Cheri Tay Tay Bird", or " Moms little brown eyed girl." Petite she was, and petite she would always remain. She was born, January 18, 1953.

Here she is with older brother Blaine. It looks like the sun was a bit bright that day, and in her eyes, but she's not howling about it.

I wonder what that crazy looking bit of machinery is, in the back ground? It seems to be the same one, that was in one of the earlier pictures. At least now we know it was red.

Dad was forever tearing things apart, and rebuilding them, both for himself, and other people. I think our yard, must have looked like a vehicle graveyard, to put it politely. Grandma did say, when he died, they hauled truck loads of stuff to the dump.

 Here's that same sad trike, Blaine was working on earlier. I think the thing, would make a very fun piece of vintage garden decor today, but for riding back then, it must have been treacherous. It begs the question, is this a, "hand me down", from a relative, or did the oldest kids ride it to death? It's a sure cinch, it was no where to be seen, by the time I was old enough to ride one. A thing like that, a kid would remember. It looks like a child's torture device.

The fact is, I don't remember ever having a trike. I do remember riding one of the neighbors, that lived up the street from Uncle Harry & Aunt Ella Gensons, in Snoqualmie. It was a fantastic thing, with bright shiny chrome handlebars, and red & white paint. Later, when we came to live with the maternal grandparents, in the little cottage, behind Harry and Ella's, I remember having a little bicycle, that I truly adored. It was bright blue and just my size. It came to a sudden and bitter end, when Mom backed over it with her car, in their driveway one day, and mangled it, beyond repair.
 How it came to be laying behind her car, when I distinctly remember, putting it up beside the house, is one of those childhood mysteries, that has always left me puzzled?!  Who borrowed my bike, and left it there to be run over?! Whoever it was, I'd like to thank them, for the undeserved spanking I got, as a result. (total sarcasm here)  Not bitter you understand, just remembering.

As I said above, Cheri was third in the lineup. Her she is, helping her big brother, Blaine, push the twins, Linda Lee, & Lesa Lin., in their new stroller.
 I found out, contrary to what I was told as a child, that dad did not invent this, or make it out of two strollers. It was a stroller, that could be purchased, and assembled, as a kit. I have seen pictures on the net of this, and I think the guy who did invent it, was truly clever.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Blaine Gerald Robison

For Wes & Yvonne Robison, a second child, soon burst upon the scene. I say this, because it has been said of my eldest brother, that he practically hit the ground running. He wasn't much of a crawler, but preferred instead, to just take off walking. He was born, September 8, 1953.

Looks to me as if he was attempting to perfect, the great art of crawling here.

He has graduated from crawling, to welding.

I see he was also into tricycle repair, something he no doubt, is still doing to this day. Tho it probably has something like a Harley engine attached. Like his dad, he loves all things mechanical.
Here Blaine sits, with older sister Angie, all dressed up nice, like they are going off somewhere. So why the dirt pile, one wonders?! I do remember a dirt pile, actually several in our yard, which we kids loved to play, "King of the Hill", on. I wonder if they ever tried to eat some of it, like I did? I can tell you it didn't taste good. Bad texture, and too much grit.

We used to call him Blainey Boy, which sometimes made him mad. With a cute face like that, how could you resist?!

Angelina Marie Robison "Angie"

As  I may have said before, we were poor as dirt, so there are not many pictures of us children, when we were growing up. The pictures that I have, were given by grandma Lillie, to relatives, who thankfully saved them, and gave them back to me, when I visited them, many years ago. Otherwise, I doubt very much, whether they would have survived.

This one is of Grandpa Shorty, holding Angie. They are certainly finding something interesting, up in the air. Maybe it's a bird, or even a plane?!

Here's another of Angie, what cute knee patches, on a equally cute outfit.

This is Angie in grade-school, maybe first grade, but I don't know for sure.

Angie Marie, Cheri Kay, and Blaine Gerald Robison, on the porch steps, of our old house on the lower Cedar Falls Rd. This house had first belonged to gr. grandpa, Charles Owen Thompson & gr. grandma, Flossie Beck-Thompson, grandma Lillie's parents. They sold their old house, and property to our grandparents, when they moved to Auburn, so I was told.

Here is a picture of the lower Cedar Falls Rd., near North Bend, Washington, with Mt.Si, and Little Mt.Si, in the background. This was taken before the freeways were put in. It was on this road, that I spent many happy years of my childhood.

Wesley Gerald Robison & Yvonne Mary Genson On Their Wedding Day

I would like to be one of those kids, who could tell dreamy tales, of the day her parents were married, complete with black tale coats, and long white veils. The truth is, I know next to nothing about it. These few pictures survive of that day, and I am guessing that Grandma Lillie took them, as they were taken in her front yard, on the lower Cedar Falls Rd, near North Bend, Washington.

What little I do know, is that Dad began dating Mom sometime in the early fifties. She was the younger sister, of his best friend, Albert "Al" Genson. He was 21, and she was16, when they married, but they had known each other, for years, growing up in the Snoqualmie Valley. I don't know if they just couldn't afford a wedding, or if it was sort of a shotgun affair?! According to Grandma Lillie,  they went to Renton, Washington, to the Court House, and went before the Justice of the Peace. Since grandma was one of the witnesses on their certificate, I will take her word for it. All I can say, is that it didn't sound a bit romantic.

They do look happy tho, and Mom looks pretty cute. I wonder if she was sad because she didn't get a proper wedding? If she was, she sure wasn't showing it, in this picture.

I don't know about you, but it must have been love, because if my guy showed up, in a monster t-shirt like that one, and expected me, to just lope off to some Justice of the Peace. I would have given him, "What for!"

The more I look at these two pictures, the more I realized that one of them is reversed. The photography place, must have reversed the negative or something. How else would you get Moms hair parted on two sides, and whatever that broach like object she is wearing, has switched sides too?! This was a common problem with photography.  I forgot to say, they were married December 30, 1951.

It wasn't long, before the first bundle of joy came along. Angelina Marie, better known as Angie.
Now isn't she having a screaming good time?! Ah, the joy of new parenting! I sure don't miss all those 3 a.m. feedings, babies smelly diapers, and all the rest of it. Cute as babies may be, they are a lot of work. Anyway, Angie was born, August 19, 1953, and was her fathers delight. Tho at first, probably mostly when she was asleep...

Here are two of the same picture, I thought cropping it a bit might help. This is Wes, with his dad, Grandpa Shorty, on the porch steps of the house, on the lower Cedar Falls Rd. Grandpa is holding Angie.
Something certainly had caught their eye, but since their isn't another picture showing what, your guess is as good as mine.

All that stacked slab wood, reminds me of the endless slivers, my twin sister and I used to get, stacking that nasty red fir. Looks like grandpa and grandma, used the same stuff in their stove, as we did. They look just like the mill ends, that we got from Tanner Mill.

This picture shows where the original door opening was too. Later grandma enclosed the porch, and moved the door to the right hand side. I always thought it was funny as a kid, that her sidewalk ended in the middle of her front wall. Now it is plain to see why.

Friday, April 24, 2015

My Father, Wesley "Wes" Gerald Robison

These few pictures, are all that I have, of my father, Wes. His was not a long life. Sadly he died November 15, 1960, at the age of 29. When I was just over a year old. I have no memory of him, just things passed down, from Grandma Lillie, and my mother, and other relatives who knew him. That he loved his children, was an oft repeated theme, of all the stories, and that he was musically and mechanically inclined. Given to the writing songs and poetry, and also very inventive, and creative, whenever it came to working with his hands.
He loved to play his guitar, and serenade my mother, which sometimes meant writing and singing her a song, at two in the morning, not a thing she entirely appreciated, given the fact, they managed to have five children, in the under 8 years, they were married, before he died. No sleep from babies, and an early morning serenader, are not conducive for good humor. So he might have done better, to have chosen his timing more wisely.  Tho personally, I think he was a wit.

I like to think, that I inherited a good deal of my own creative talents, from my father, and only wish, that he had lived long enough, for me to have known him, just a little. I think that he would have totally understood, my need to be creative, and my brains habit, of turning nearly any subject, into a poem.

Here is Wes, on his Indian Motorcycle. The panel you see in front of his leg, is a metal one he added, in order to protect his legs from mud. Grandma Lillie said, he loved to ride that motorcycle, and if I recall, there was also a story told, about how my mom had a little motorcycle as well, but that she wouldn't stop riding it, even when she was pregnant, so dad disassembled it. I'll bet that made her steamed too!

I think he looks rather dashing, in his leather jacket, and combed back hair.

Here he is with a couple of his cars. This must be about when he got married. I am thinking 1951-52. Tho it may have been earlier or later. He loved to work on cars, and owned a slew of them.

This is yet another of his cars. He did own some beauty's, and that's a fact.  All of these were taken on the lower Cedar Falls Rd., with Mt. Si in the background. Near North Bend, King Co., Washington. No doubt these were either in Grandma Lillies front yard, or our front yard, which was just a few doors down from grandma's.

Update: I can't believe it, but I found in one of my binders, a larger, different shot, of the same picture as the one above this one. Enjoy!

It seams cars weren't the only things he liked to work on. I guess he was equally at home, driving his own forklift. Isn't that a dandy?!

Just when I thought I had found, and put up all the pictures of dad, I found this one tucked away, in another group of pictures. I am still unpacking from our move here, so am a bit unorganized.