The son of Charles Eli Bertis Dixon and Mary Elizabeth Price. Dave was the last child born to Bert and Mary, he had five older brothers and one sister.Dave was actually born in
1910 as he was in the 1910 census as zero months old.The census was taken in April 1910.
In the later part of 1939 Dave left Coffee County, Kansas , he traveled to Oregon and found work at a sawmill in Rock Creek, Valsetz, Polk Co., Oregon. Valsetz was a booming timber town in the 1940's. Oregon is known for it's lumber industry and much of the work back then was in that industry in one form or the other. Valsetz is a ghost town now, everything is gone, it is now a Valsetz tree farm.
My mother used to tally lumber at the Griswold lumber mill in Drain, our home and property backed right into the lumber yard, she would walk two blocks to the front gate of the mill to go to work, back then they had a guard in a small glass windowed shed at the front entrance. You were not allowed in unless you worked there or were delivering something. Dave also worked there general laborer. It was huge and covered many acres, I suppose it is also gone by now.
Ann had married Franklin E. William on July 2, 1932 in Clark County, Washington, she was divorced before 1937, she worked as a waitress at the Totem Inn in Drain, it was on the main street and while I was growing up there in the early fifties the bar and restaurant were very popular.
Dave married Annabelle A. "Blomberg" William September 13, 1940 in Walla Walla, Walla Walla Co., Washington
Ann was very young, her headstone states 31 years, 5 months and 25 days., however it is off by one year, she was 30 years, 5 months and 25 days. There were no children born from either marriage.
I don't recall what the cause of Ann's death was.
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Dave and my mother were married December 8, 1947 in Klamath Falls ,Oregon, their best friends Cody and Violet Phillips lived there and I assume were their witness's. I was six years old when they married, I was 16 when they divorced.
There was a large mill pond on the North side of town, old highway 99 ran by it. The giant pond (or at least it seemed giant to me at that time) would freeze solid in the cold winters of the late 40's and early 50's, we would go ice skating there every year. Spud our little dog would stay on the bank with my mom.
Spud was actually Dave's dog, but he slowly became my best pal and would sleep with me every night, I still think about him.
My step-father's pride and joy was his old touring car he kept out back of our house by the fruit shed, it would be covered when he wasn't driving us all around Drain and showing it and maybe us off. He loved that old car so much we were not allowed near it unless he was with us.
Well needless to say being preteens and un- supervised at the time, my brother and I climbed into the back seat and were trying to smoke, to this day I do not know how it happened but the back seat caught on fire, maybe some stuffing from under the tufted leather seats, I have no idea, but talk about up in smoke, it was ruined, our lives would never be the same, we knew we were history, it was the most awful sinking feeling and all that smoke, all the neighbors came running, my mom came from inside the house and had this horrified look on her face.
Now this is the funny part, I do not know what happened after that, maybe from the utter horror of it all I blacked it out, my brother said we got awful whippings, I don't know , it is blank. Poor Dave!
Dave had an old friend, a widower, Jay Hooper b. 1872 in Iowa. ( full name, James Hooper), Jay's place was off of old Hayhurst Road a long distance as I recall, high up in the hills, on a old logging road with steep cliffs ,the road so narrow only one vehicle could travel on it. It was so terrifying for me, my brother would hold me and cover my eyes.
We would travel there once a month for the weekend while taking Jay needed supplies, he always made his list out for the next trip while we were there. Dave would help him around the place and mom always cooked up a huge pot of her wonderful chili.
The two men really got along good and enjoyed each others company , they had a good honest friendship. We would all eat , then Dave and Jay would drink their whiskey and talk into the night, my brother and I would go off to bed and we would hear the three laughing and talking as we fell asleep.
Mr. Hooper's place had no running water and no electricity , only wood heat and wood cook stove by, everything was lit by oil lamps, he had beautiful leather tufted chairs ,sofa and chaise lounge,huge brass beds and beautiful solid wood chests and a writing desk. His home was very lovely and surrounded by forests ,deer would come to the house to be hand fed, all very lovely.
In front of the house was a beautiful well, each rock in the wall was laid by his hand and deep into the well he kept trout to keep the water clean. We would have such fun turning the wheel to pull up a bucket of fresh wonderful tasting water.
Jay died in 1963, so both men are gone now, but I am sure these two kindred spirits are lingering over someone's just opened bottle of good whiskey or even a bowl of delicious chili.
Bio by JMB
1910 as he was in the 1910 census as zero months old.The census was taken in April 1910.
In the later part of 1939 Dave left Coffee County, Kansas , he traveled to Oregon and found work at a sawmill in Rock Creek, Valsetz, Polk Co., Oregon. Valsetz was a booming timber town in the 1940's. Oregon is known for it's lumber industry and much of the work back then was in that industry in one form or the other. Valsetz is a ghost town now, everything is gone, it is now a Valsetz tree farm.
My mother used to tally lumber at the Griswold lumber mill in Drain, our home and property backed right into the lumber yard, she would walk two blocks to the front gate of the mill to go to work, back then they had a guard in a small glass windowed shed at the front entrance. You were not allowed in unless you worked there or were delivering something. Dave also worked there general laborer. It was huge and covered many acres, I suppose it is also gone by now.
Ann had married Franklin E. William on July 2, 1932 in Clark County, Washington, she was divorced before 1937, she worked as a waitress at the Totem Inn in Drain, it was on the main street and while I was growing up there in the early fifties the bar and restaurant were very popular.
Dave married Annabelle A. "Blomberg" William September 13, 1940 in Walla Walla, Walla Walla Co., Washington
Ann was very young, her headstone states 31 years, 5 months and 25 days., however it is off by one year, she was 30 years, 5 months and 25 days. There were no children born from either marriage.
I don't recall what the cause of Ann's death was.
~ ~ ~
Dave and my mother were married December 8, 1947 in Klamath Falls ,Oregon, their best friends Cody and Violet Phillips lived there and I assume were their witness's. I was six years old when they married, I was 16 when they divorced.
There was a large mill pond on the North side of town, old highway 99 ran by it. The giant pond (or at least it seemed giant to me at that time) would freeze solid in the cold winters of the late 40's and early 50's, we would go ice skating there every year. Spud our little dog would stay on the bank with my mom.
Spud was actually Dave's dog, but he slowly became my best pal and would sleep with me every night, I still think about him.
My step-father's pride and joy was his old touring car he kept out back of our house by the fruit shed, it would be covered when he wasn't driving us all around Drain and showing it and maybe us off. He loved that old car so much we were not allowed near it unless he was with us.
Well needless to say being preteens and un- supervised at the time, my brother and I climbed into the back seat and were trying to smoke, to this day I do not know how it happened but the back seat caught on fire, maybe some stuffing from under the tufted leather seats, I have no idea, but talk about up in smoke, it was ruined, our lives would never be the same, we knew we were history, it was the most awful sinking feeling and all that smoke, all the neighbors came running, my mom came from inside the house and had this horrified look on her face.
Now this is the funny part, I do not know what happened after that, maybe from the utter horror of it all I blacked it out, my brother said we got awful whippings, I don't know , it is blank. Poor Dave!
Dave had an old friend, a widower, Jay Hooper b. 1872 in Iowa. ( full name, James Hooper), Jay's place was off of old Hayhurst Road a long distance as I recall, high up in the hills, on a old logging road with steep cliffs ,the road so narrow only one vehicle could travel on it. It was so terrifying for me, my brother would hold me and cover my eyes.
We would travel there once a month for the weekend while taking Jay needed supplies, he always made his list out for the next trip while we were there. Dave would help him around the place and mom always cooked up a huge pot of her wonderful chili.
The two men really got along good and enjoyed each others company , they had a good honest friendship. We would all eat , then Dave and Jay would drink their whiskey and talk into the night, my brother and I would go off to bed and we would hear the three laughing and talking as we fell asleep.
Mr. Hooper's place had no running water and no electricity , only wood heat and wood cook stove by, everything was lit by oil lamps, he had beautiful leather tufted chairs ,sofa and chaise lounge,huge brass beds and beautiful solid wood chests and a writing desk. His home was very lovely and surrounded by forests ,deer would come to the house to be hand fed, all very lovely.
In front of the house was a beautiful well, each rock in the wall was laid by his hand and deep into the well he kept trout to keep the water clean. We would have such fun turning the wheel to pull up a bucket of fresh wonderful tasting water.
Jay died in 1963, so both men are gone now, but I am sure these two kindred spirits are lingering over someone's just opened bottle of good whiskey or even a bowl of delicious chili.
Bio by JMB
The son of Charles Eli Bertis Dixon and Mary Elizabeth Price. Dave was the last child born to Bert and Mary, he had five older brothers and one sister.Dave was actually born in
1910 as he was in the 1910 census as zero months old.The census was taken in April 1910.
In the later part of 1939 Dave left Coffee County, Kansas , he traveled to Oregon and found work at a sawmill in Rock Creek, Valsetz, Polk Co., Oregon. Valsetz was a booming timber town in the 1940's. Oregon is known for it's lumber industry and much of the work back then was in that industry in one form or the other. Valsetz is a ghost town now, everything is gone, it is now a Valsetz tree farm.
My mother used to tally lumber at the Griswold lumber mill in Drain, our home and property backed right into the lumber yard, she would walk two blocks to the front gate of the mill to go to work, back then they had a guard in a small glass windowed shed at the front entrance. You were not allowed in unless you worked there or were delivering something. Dave also worked there general laborer. It was huge and covered many acres, I suppose it is also gone by now.
Ann had married Franklin E. William on July 2, 1932 in Clark County, Washington, she was divorced before 1937, she worked as a waitress at the Totem Inn in Drain, it was on the main street and while I was growing up there in the early fifties the bar and restaurant were very popular.
Dave married Annabelle A. "Blomberg" William September 13, 1940 in Walla Walla, Walla Walla Co., Washington
Ann was very young, her headstone states 31 years, 5 months and 25 days., however it is off by one year, she was 30 years, 5 months and 25 days. There were no children born from either marriage.
I don't recall what the cause of Ann's death was.
~ ~ ~
Dave and my mother were married December 8, 1947 in Klamath Falls ,Oregon, their best friends Cody and Violet Phillips lived there and I assume were their witness's. I was six years old when they married, I was 16 when they divorced.
There was a large mill pond on the North side of town, old highway 99 ran by it. The giant pond (or at least it seemed giant to me at that time) would freeze solid in the cold winters of the late 40's and early 50's, we would go ice skating there every year. Spud our little dog would stay on the bank with my mom.
Spud was actually Dave's dog, but he slowly became my best pal and would sleep with me every night, I still think about him.
My step-father's pride and joy was his old touring car he kept out back of our house by the fruit shed, it would be covered when he wasn't driving us all around Drain and showing it and maybe us off. He loved that old car so much we were not allowed near it unless he was with us.
Well needless to say being preteens and un- supervised at the time, my brother and I climbed into the back seat and were trying to smoke, to this day I do not know how it happened but the back seat caught on fire, maybe some stuffing from under the tufted leather seats, I have no idea, but talk about up in smoke, it was ruined, our lives would never be the same, we knew we were history, it was the most awful sinking feeling and all that smoke, all the neighbors came running, my mom came from inside the house and had this horrified look on her face.
Now this is the funny part, I do not know what happened after that, maybe from the utter horror of it all I blacked it out, my brother said we got awful whippings, I don't know , it is blank. Poor Dave!
Dave had an old friend, a widower, Jay Hooper b. 1872 in Iowa. ( full name, James Hooper), Jay's place was off of old Hayhurst Road a long distance as I recall, high up in the hills, on a old logging road with steep cliffs ,the road so narrow only one vehicle could travel on it. It was so terrifying for me, my brother would hold me and cover my eyes.
We would travel there once a month for the weekend while taking Jay needed supplies, he always made his list out for the next trip while we were there. Dave would help him around the place and mom always cooked up a huge pot of her wonderful chili.
The two men really got along good and enjoyed each others company , they had a good honest friendship. We would all eat , then Dave and Jay would drink their whiskey and talk into the night, my brother and I would go off to bed and we would hear the three laughing and talking as we fell asleep.
Mr. Hooper's place had no running water and no electricity , only wood heat and wood cook stove by, everything was lit by oil lamps, he had beautiful leather tufted chairs ,sofa and chaise lounge,huge brass beds and beautiful solid wood chests and a writing desk. His home was very lovely and surrounded by forests ,deer would come to the house to be hand fed, all very lovely.
In front of the house was a beautiful well, each rock in the wall was laid by his hand and deep into the well he kept trout to keep the water clean. We would have such fun turning the wheel to pull up a bucket of fresh wonderful tasting water.
Jay died in 1963, so both men are gone now, but I am sure these two kindred spirits are lingering over someone's just opened bottle of good whiskey or even a bowl of delicious chili.
Bio by JMB
1910 as he was in the 1910 census as zero months old.The census was taken in April 1910.
In the later part of 1939 Dave left Coffee County, Kansas , he traveled to Oregon and found work at a sawmill in Rock Creek, Valsetz, Polk Co., Oregon. Valsetz was a booming timber town in the 1940's. Oregon is known for it's lumber industry and much of the work back then was in that industry in one form or the other. Valsetz is a ghost town now, everything is gone, it is now a Valsetz tree farm.
My mother used to tally lumber at the Griswold lumber mill in Drain, our home and property backed right into the lumber yard, she would walk two blocks to the front gate of the mill to go to work, back then they had a guard in a small glass windowed shed at the front entrance. You were not allowed in unless you worked there or were delivering something. Dave also worked there general laborer. It was huge and covered many acres, I suppose it is also gone by now.
Ann had married Franklin E. William on July 2, 1932 in Clark County, Washington, she was divorced before 1937, she worked as a waitress at the Totem Inn in Drain, it was on the main street and while I was growing up there in the early fifties the bar and restaurant were very popular.
Dave married Annabelle A. "Blomberg" William September 13, 1940 in Walla Walla, Walla Walla Co., Washington
Ann was very young, her headstone states 31 years, 5 months and 25 days., however it is off by one year, she was 30 years, 5 months and 25 days. There were no children born from either marriage.
I don't recall what the cause of Ann's death was.
~ ~ ~
Dave and my mother were married December 8, 1947 in Klamath Falls ,Oregon, their best friends Cody and Violet Phillips lived there and I assume were their witness's. I was six years old when they married, I was 16 when they divorced.
There was a large mill pond on the North side of town, old highway 99 ran by it. The giant pond (or at least it seemed giant to me at that time) would freeze solid in the cold winters of the late 40's and early 50's, we would go ice skating there every year. Spud our little dog would stay on the bank with my mom.
Spud was actually Dave's dog, but he slowly became my best pal and would sleep with me every night, I still think about him.
My step-father's pride and joy was his old touring car he kept out back of our house by the fruit shed, it would be covered when he wasn't driving us all around Drain and showing it and maybe us off. He loved that old car so much we were not allowed near it unless he was with us.
Well needless to say being preteens and un- supervised at the time, my brother and I climbed into the back seat and were trying to smoke, to this day I do not know how it happened but the back seat caught on fire, maybe some stuffing from under the tufted leather seats, I have no idea, but talk about up in smoke, it was ruined, our lives would never be the same, we knew we were history, it was the most awful sinking feeling and all that smoke, all the neighbors came running, my mom came from inside the house and had this horrified look on her face.
Now this is the funny part, I do not know what happened after that, maybe from the utter horror of it all I blacked it out, my brother said we got awful whippings, I don't know , it is blank. Poor Dave!
Dave had an old friend, a widower, Jay Hooper b. 1872 in Iowa. ( full name, James Hooper), Jay's place was off of old Hayhurst Road a long distance as I recall, high up in the hills, on a old logging road with steep cliffs ,the road so narrow only one vehicle could travel on it. It was so terrifying for me, my brother would hold me and cover my eyes.
We would travel there once a month for the weekend while taking Jay needed supplies, he always made his list out for the next trip while we were there. Dave would help him around the place and mom always cooked up a huge pot of her wonderful chili.
The two men really got along good and enjoyed each others company , they had a good honest friendship. We would all eat , then Dave and Jay would drink their whiskey and talk into the night, my brother and I would go off to bed and we would hear the three laughing and talking as we fell asleep.
Mr. Hooper's place had no running water and no electricity , only wood heat and wood cook stove by, everything was lit by oil lamps, he had beautiful leather tufted chairs ,sofa and chaise lounge,huge brass beds and beautiful solid wood chests and a writing desk. His home was very lovely and surrounded by forests ,deer would come to the house to be hand fed, all very lovely.
In front of the house was a beautiful well, each rock in the wall was laid by his hand and deep into the well he kept trout to keep the water clean. We would have such fun turning the wheel to pull up a bucket of fresh wonderful tasting water.
Jay died in 1963, so both men are gone now, but I am sure these two kindred spirits are lingering over someone's just opened bottle of good whiskey or even a bowl of delicious chili.
Bio by JMB
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