Posted July 20, 2010 by limberjack
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1. About Chronoposts8, 14, 09

2. The Thrifty Drug Store Caper 8, 15, 09

3. Bob Moodys Excellent Adventure 8,15, 09

4. Moms story 8, 16, 09

5. My old man 8, 17, 09

6. Sheep Lungs 10, 9, 09

7. Breakfast with the Adairs 10, 10, 09

8. Dort 11, 4, 2009

9. I started out as a child 11, 5, 09

10. Don Hill 11, 6, 09

11. Latin American Adventures 11, 11, 09

12. Latin American Adventures Part 2 11, 11, 09

13. Family Pictures 11, 12, 09

14. US Navy 11, 18, 2009

15. Written by dad explaining why he was a vegetarian 12,5, 2009

16. Susans Samoan Journal 12, 6, 09

17. Heaven and Hell 12, 6, 09

18. The Squirrels 12, 13, 09

19. Woodland, CA ~ A Bicentennial Community 01, 7, 10

20. Mortality 01, 13, 10

21. How I met your mother 01, 24, 10

22. Pete 02, 5, 10

23. Family History 03, 24, 10

24. Patty & Jacks Excellent Vacation 2010 03, 25, 10

25. Political Musings 07, 18, 10

26. Dog-sitting 07, 19, 10

27. I  Started Out As A Child~ The Sequel 07, 22, 10

28. My life with Patty 8-13-10

29. SHS Summer Social 2010 08, 24, 10

30. Rafting the American and Pigeon Coops 09, 5, 10

31. A WEEK ON PATOS ISLAND by Patty 09, 26, 10

32. Year 2010 and the draft 11, 18, 10

33. Taking Care of Business 12, 16, 10

34. Millie 01, 23, 11

35. I’ve been saved…maybe

36.  Edie 04-24-11

37. Thoughts from Dad 05-14-11

38. My Story by Theresa 05-18-11

39. Samuel Parker Ware 05-19-11

40. More thoughts from Dad 5-26-11

41. Energy Problem Solved 6-18-11

42. Pattys Roots 7-12-2011

43. Threescore and ten 7-16-2011

44. Patty and Jack 7-23-11

45. Our Seventieth Year 7-27-11

46. The Marvelous Wonderettes 8-1-11

47. Hurricane Camille 8-7-11

48.  Omie  8-25-11

49.  Ginnie 10-11-11

50. Ware and Lindsley families 11-17-11

51. 750 Words 1-5-12

52.  My Senior Year 1-12-12

53.  Poop and conservatives 1-23-12

54.  Pattys Family 2-4-12

55.  It’s Pattys birthday today!!! 4-4-2012

56.  Zombies 6-2-12

57. Pattys Most Excellent Adventure!  Part I     6-6-12

58. Pattys-most-excellent-adventure-part-II  6-8-12

59.  Pattys Most Excellent Adventure Part III  6-9-12

60. Pattys Most Excellent Adventure – Part IV6-10-12

61. Pattys Most Excellent Adventure – Part V 6-12-12

62.  Rats! 7-20-12

63.  John Cleeses ‘Letter to America’ 8-13-12

64.  Talk Like A Pirate 9-17-12

65.  My Friend, Joe Clein 10-08-12

66.  Our 50th Wedding Anniversary 11-19-12

67.  12-29-12 Our 50th Wedding Anniversary 1-19-13

68. Places we’ve lived 4/20/13

69. Barefoot in Samoa8/18/09

70. Summer of 2013 6/10/2013

71.  The Epic Cross-country Road Trip of 2013 7/25/13

72.  Dead People and Mountains of Salt 10/23/13

73.  Stephen Ware, Petes son. 12/24/13

74.  New England Vampire Panic of 1793 01/29/2014

75.  Operation Puppy Peace

76.  Susans Birthday & Pattys Summer 04/20/2014

77.  Energy Problem Solved 04/25/14

78.  Summer 2014 update  08/23/14

79.   A Girl Named Sue 09/07/14

80.  TLAP 09/16/14

81.  It was a very good year~2014 12/24/14

82.   Smokin Outhouse  12/28/14

83.   Patience  03/15/15

84.  Book of Life 05/04/15

 85.  Theresa 03/06/16

86.   Lindsley Family History  03/06/16

87.    Pattys birthday 2016  04/04/16

88.   Hillarys e-mails  06/15/16

89.  Letter from Dolly  07/18/16

90.  My Grandkids Ancestors 07/26/16

92.  Green Pea soup and Mayonnaise 02/04/17

93. Gabriels Big Adventure10/24/17

94. 1962~1963 A Year Of Change 11/5/17

95.  Family history from Eugene Register-Guard posts v1 2/23/18

96.  Family History from Eugene Register-Guard Posts v2 2/23/18

97.  Family History from Eugene Register-Guard posts v3 2/23/18

98.  Family History in Newspaper Clippings 3/7/18













Family History in Newspaper Clippings

Posted March 8, 2018 by limberjack
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Family History in Newspaper Clippings 

Patty has found 17 clippings about my family’s 1932 trip from Philadelphia to Springfield, Oregon in 1932, and they’re from Chicago, Miami, Salt lake City, Tampa, Akron, Lansing and several cities in Oregon.  Must have been a slow news-week.  It was picked up by the Associated Press and hit a nerve.   Most of them referred to a rusty old flivver with two flat tires that ended up in the lawn of the Democratic candidate for governor of Ohio’s front lawn.   That’s what I don’t understand, why was this sedan considered “antiquated” when it was, at most, 20 years old?  Also, they never mentioned the itinerant that Dad had picked up to do the driving.   I remember Millie and Edie saying that Mom had demanded that Dad kick him out of the car when they were crossing the Rockies.  To my knowledge, Dad didn’t drive and Mom didn’t either until I was in High School (about 1957). 

Anyway, I thought it was interesting that it was so newsworthy and so far, she has found only one follow-up article and that was from the Albany Democrat-Herald on the 22 of April 1932.  Apparently, they were in front of John Cotner’s home at 6 AM when they arose and Dad asked to buy two dozen eggs and then asked Mrs. Cotner to cook them for him.  He then went to a nearby store and bought some bread and they ate their breakfast in the car.  They then proceeded to Springfield where Uncle Sam had promised them a place to live if they could get there.  This article is titled “Hard Journey Nearly Ended” and cited some of the hardships narrated through press dispatches that the family endured and had become prominent in the national press.   

Family History from Eugene Register-Guard posts v3

Posted February 24, 2018 by limberjack
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1-23-49 Bruce Marriage 21-23-49 Bruce Ware Marriage 11-23-49 Bruce Ware marriage 35-4-61 Uncle Johnny obit   Patty’s favorite uncle

7-6-39 Gordon & Marian wedding  Cousin Gordon & Marion’s wedding

7-19-39 Woody marriage license

7-22-39 Woodrow Ware wedding

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10-28-58 Patty picture    A picture of Patty in middle school


11-2-60 David accident   about David & Grandma Watson’s accident







Family History from Eugene Register-Guard Posts v2

Posted February 24, 2018 by limberjack
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'47 Millie's Shower

Theresa, Ginnie, Cousin Marion, Mom, Millie & Betty Jean Fletcher Millie’s Shower ’47


1-17-44 Ginnie shower

2-7-37 Pete class picture

4-5-41 4H G

4-7-46 Millie shower

4-14-41 Baptism

4-26-54 Pete EVS

7-29-54 Pete EVS

8-27-50 Pete Army

9-27-46 Edie honors

9-28-52 Bobby Sam hero

10-1-62 Mike hero

10-7-50 Pete wounded

11-3-32 Brattain school Ginnie & Theresa 1st & 3rd

11-26-50 Pete Wounded

12-16-32 Theresa & Edith honors

12-17-39 Millie & Ginny Choir

Family history from Eugene Register-Guard posts v1

Posted February 24, 2018 by limberjack
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Virginia (Ginny), Theresa, Edith, Mildred (Millie), Dorothy (Dolly), Leona (Cousin), Peter (Pete)


4-11-32 Chicago

6-5-42 Uncle Sam Obit

6-7-31 Frank military


8-26-36 Frank shot

1962~1963 A Year Of Change

Posted November 5, 2017 by limberjack
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My beautiful picture

So much happened this year looking back on it.   I mustered out of the Navy, worked in a sawmill, worked in a plywood plant, moved houses, met Patty, got married and joined the Air Force.  All that and more. 

As 1962 starts I’m in the Navy returning to Long Beach, California aboard the USS Mispillion.  I’m a Radarman 2nd class (a rating that doesn’t exist anymore, they’re called Operations Specialists OS now) and we’re due to spend time at home port doing maintenance and catching up on leave.  A lot of the sailors are taking leave and spending time with their families but I don’t have anyone so I spend my days chipping paint and going to downtown Long Beach to get in trouble.  We’ve got the Saratoga Bar, the New Yorker Bar, the Pike amusement park among others.  My Buddy Jim Driver, a Signalman 3rd Class, met a statuesque blond who worked as a barmaid at the New Yorker and married her on the spot.  Another friend, Huey P. Dugas, another Signalman 3rd Class, not to be outdone, proposed to the barmaid at the Saratoga and set her up in an apartment near the Pike.  Dugas had used up all his leave so he shipped-over to get more so now he’s looking at four more years in the Navy and having second, third and fourth thoughts.  A few weeks after he got engaged, he went on liberty to see his honey and caught her with another sailor in his apartment.   Meanwhile, I just turned 21 and to celebrate caught the Red Train to Hollywood and spent my birthday at the Hollywood Burlesque watching a very talented young lady doing interesting things with tassels. 

About this time, I got a call from the Red Cross that my Dad had a stroke and was in the hospital.  I asked for leave but was denied without going through some paperwork and getting the Red Cross to declare it an emergency.  I was incensed!  I had the leave saved up but the ship decided since I hadn’t scheduled it, I needed the Red Cross to authorize it.  So, I put in for discharge.  Since I was on an involuntary extension I could do that.  Dad survived the stroke but was in bad shape.   About a month later my separation came through.

I drew my pay and had about $800 saved up so I went to downtown LA and bought a car, a ’55 Ford Custom, and drove home.  This is about May or June.  When I got home I found Dad living with my sister Millie and Mom dividing her time between their home at Waldport and Eugene.  Bob offered me a job helping him move houses and Don offered me a job at Georgia Pacific. I decided to go with Bob since the prospect of working in a mill was what drove me to the Navy. 

It was interesting work and the only thing I didn’t like about it was crawling under houses where you had very little room and there were spiders and snakes.  My job, once we had the house loaded out on dollies, was to ride the roof and lift telephone wires and power lines over the house.  I’d tie off a rope to the girder on one side of the house and loop it over the house and tie it off on the other side.  Then I’d climb up the rope and use it to gain access and move the lines.  

Moody House Moving 2

One of the jobs we had was to move some old farmhouses so they could build Fall Creek Dam.  These houses we bought very cheap since the government had already condemned them and paid off the homeowners.  We had some property in Jasper that we were to move them to and place on new foundations.  One farmhouse was built on blocks and very close to the ground so we had to dig our way under the house to set our jacks.  There was a lot of dry rot and snakes and spiders, the stuff of nightmares.  Anyway, we got it in the air and loaded out.  It wasn’t pretty but should be a pretty easy move down Big Fall Creek Road to Jasper.  We were making pretty good time until we came to a bridge over the creek.  The road split on the other side of the bridge into Big Fall Creek Road and Little Fall Creek Road.  We got hung up on the bridge with our girders not clearing the stanchions of the bridge.  As we were standing around trying to figure out what to do, Bob Steele of the Oregon State Patrol came screaming up to us wanting to get to the other side because he was on to a poacher on Little Fall Creek Road and wanted to catch him in the act.  Bob was sweating bullets because we had expired PUC tags on the rig that was pulling the house and if Steele noticed that it would have been a big fine.  Bob Steele was so mad he didn’t notice the tags and Bob quickly got a chainsaw and cut us loose and Steele was on his way. 

 While working on those houses Bob and I decided to go fishing.  We left after a night of heavy drinking about 5AM so we could get an early start and made it as far as the bar in Jasper.  We decided this looked like a likely spot so we got our poles and were fishing the sinks on the other side of the bar and enjoying some beers.  Bob had the company checkbook open on the bar and we were having a good time on our fishing trip.  Well, as good a time as you can have when you’re hung-over from the night before.  Then Chet Rooks showed up.  Chet was Bob’s partner and he didn’t see the humor in our fishing trip.  Chet was upset about Bob’s having the company checkbook open on the bar and made a big deal of it.  Chet was a hothead and somewhat violent and was always angry about something.  Anyway, Bob bought him out and his brother, Buck Rooks, stayed with us.  My brother Pete joined us and we were very successful for awhile.  As long as Bob could stay focused on lining up jobs we were pretty busy. 

Bob was an alcoholic and couldn’t keep it together for very long.  House-moving is a boom and bust business and when the jobs started drying up Bob started hitting the bottle.  I could see that Bob wasn’t going to be able to make payroll with such a big crew so I quit and went to work for Georgia Pacific in their sawmill.  I was doing the same work as my future father-in-law was doing for Weyerhauser, stacking lumber in the drying shed and loading boxcars.   They kept getting after me to join the union but I was reluctant because it cost money and, in my experience, they would go out on strike at the most inopportune times.  Usually when it benefited the company like around Christmas or in the late summer when you couldn’t get in the woods because of fire danger.  They finally told me to either join or I was fired so I joined and they promptly went out on strike.    

About this time I met Patty.  Dave Wildt was a high school buddy of mine and we went into the Navy together he had gotten out sometime before me because he wasn’t involuntarily extended.  He was dating LaDonna Wyant and her best friend was Patty Lindsley.  Actually, Patty and Dave had dated first but there was no magic there, Patty said it was like dating her brother.  So Patty introduced her best friend to Dave and it worked.  Dave and Donna thought it would be a super idea to double date with Patty and I so they set up a blind date for me.  Actually, I think it was Dave’s idea and Donna had reservations.  However, my father died and I had to cancel so our blind date was postponed for a couple of weeks.   This is all covered in “How I Met Your Mother” in Chronospots.   Anyway, back to my story…

So, I’m out of work.  My brother-in-law got me a job in the plywood plant pulling off the chain and grading plywood.  I was working swing-shift and making $2.16 an hour and dreading coming back to work the next night.  It was repetitious, mind numbing work and I ended up with splinters in my stomach for months afterward.  Patty and I are married now and Patty was working at Sears and we were barely getting by.  We’d do our laundry at Millie’s and she’d slip some meat in our laundry which she said would just go bad because she took too much out of the freezer.  The Navy was looking pretty good now. 

I went down to the Navy recruiter and asked if I could get back in.  He said sure, at the same rate I was before.  But I didn’t want to be a Radarman anymore because the Seavay Rotation (time at sea versus shore duty) was 7:1.   I wanted Air Traffic Controller or Electronics Technician but he couldn’t offer me that.  So I went next door to the Air Force and spoke to Jim Peach the USAF recruiter.  He could offer me Ground Radio which was as close as he could get to ET but I’d have to take a reduction in grade of two paygrades to get it.  I took it and went to Portland to the Armed Forces Entrance and Examining Service center to enlist. 

They gave me travel pay ($300) to Keesler AFB, MS where I was to start my training.  I was going to leave Patty with Millie but Millie talked me out of it and Patty and I loaded our 1956 Dodge with everything we owned and hit the road.  Looking back on it, I’m surprised that Patty was going to let me get away with leaving her at Bob and Millie’s because she really wanted to go and I’m really glad that we went together.  I guess at that point Patty looked to me to be the adult and make decisions for both of us.  Boy, has that changed!

So, that’s the year of change I mentioned in the title and part of our life’s story.  Looking back there’s so many things that happened and so many ways it could have turned out completely different that it gives me chills to think about it.     


Gabriels Big Adventure

Posted October 25, 2017 by limberjack
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We were awakened about 2AM by something and shortly thereafter noticed the motion detector light on the garage was on.  This was a concern because we had a bear get into our garbage just last week and today is garbage day and we have a full container, so I got out of bed and went downstairs to check on it.   Patty had moved my flashlight, so I couldn’t find it, so I turned on the porch light and stepped onto the deck but couldn’t see anything.  Well Patty was ‘concerned’ that I went outside in my skivvies so when the motion light clicked on a half hour later she got up and got dressed to check it out.  I got up too and put on a robe and slippers in case I had to run down and do battle with a bear.   Patty retrieved the flashlight from where she had hidden it and shone it down into the yard and illuminated a skunk.   So, this is my life.  Robin and Karen, my nephew and his wife, live in Salem and have a nice house with bluebirds, canaries and chickadees feeding at hanging feeders and we get buzzards, bears and skunks. 

I guess one reason we were awake was that Gabriel, our grandson, joined the Navy through the Delayed Enlistment Program yesterday and I was thinking about when I had done the same thing almost 60 years ago.   He will be trained as a Hospital Corpsman and had to sign up for 5 years because of the training.  When I signed up it was for 3 years on a Kiddy Cruise, which means in at 18 out at 21, although I was extended because of the crisis with the Soviet Union over the Berlin Wall being built.  Anyway, I was thinking about how that had changed my life and what an exciting change it was for me.  Now I get to experience it all again through Gabriel’s eyes.  I’ve never been to Great Lakes Recruit Training Center because, at that time, people in the western US went to San Diego but now the NTC there is closed.   But Basic Training is the same old bullshit.  A lot of screaming, calisthenics, jumping off a 12’ tower and swimming the length of the pool, being put in a building and having it set on fire, being put in another building and being gassed…good times!  Once he finishes that, about 8 weeks, he’ll be sent to San Antonio for his class ‘A’ school as a corpsman.  That will be 19 weeks and that means he’ll be there in the winter.  I went to Lackland AFB in San Antonio in the winter for NCOIC school in the Air Force.  I was stationed in Denver, Colorado at the time and I flew in for the training that was recommended for senior NCOs.  I’ve never been so cold!  I bought a coat that I still have that I call my winter coat.  Well, Gabriel will have a pea coat I’m sure. 

Gabe has been told that he’ll get a ‘C’ school to get additional training after his ’A’ school, but I’m worried about that.  He could get trained as a Combat Medic, X-Ray tech, Pharmacy Tech or any number of specialties but I imagine that will be based on the needs of the Navy and how well he does in school.  But maybe, since he had to enlist for an extra year, the Navy won’t play games with him and he’ll get the training.  Anyway, having spent my final years in recruiting, I believe in the service and that it is a viable option in personal development and a good way to decide what to do with your life.  He’ll get some training and have the GI Bill when he gets out.  He’ll be 23 years old and not too old to go to college and earn a college degree.  I tried to talk him out of it but really, I’m fine with what he’s decided to do.   And I’m sure he’ll have stories to tell.

So, Patty and I never got back to sleep.  We read for a little while then turned off the light but our brains were going a mile-a-minute so we just laid there and talked.  We’ll probably get tired sometime today but for right now we’re wide awake.  But while we’re talking about reading, I do have a gem to share.  It’s Origin by Dan Brown.  It’s a great read and completely factual or plausible as are all his books.   You can bet that Tom Hanks and Ron Howard are planning a blockbuster right now but don’t wait for it.  Buy the book!

Green Pea soup and Mayonnaise

Posted February 5, 2017 by limberjack
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Ka’anapali Beach

At 4AM this morning as Patty and I were lying in bed discussing George Washington and his wife Martha and their lack of progeny to contribute to the Daughters of the American Revolution rolls, Patty said something about green pea soup and mayonnaise.  I spent some time trying to figure out what the context could be for those words and Patty noticed my silence so I had to admit what my problem was.  Of course, she hadn’t said any such thing and she was thoroughly disgusted with me for thinking she had.   I mentioned this to illustrate the wide range of subjects that are up for discussion at that hour of the morning while our minds are active but we are not.

Another subject that we discussed led to our revisiting something that Patty discovered about six years ago.  At that time, our eldest daughter Traci was having her 44th birthday and Patty realized that she was born in 1944 and that Patty was 67 and Traci was born in 1967.  Whoa!  Next year I will be 77 (maybe) and Susan was born in 1977 and Susan will be 41 and I was born in 1941.   You see the relationship?  This doesn’t work with my dad since he was born in 1892 but it seems to work with our generation of mid 20th century parents and children.    It just seems intriguing that this relationship exists and I wondered if anyone else ever considered it.   Food for thought.

Anyway, we have a lot of these sleepless nights and most of them are brought on by our concern about where we are going as a country.  I’m pretty sure where we are going and I’m not happy about it but I probably won’t be around to see the results of these tumultuous times and the eventual attainment of a more progressive, tolerant country.  Ergo, we are going to Hawaii!  We are hoping that lying around on the beach, having dinners at the Kona Brew Pub, and taking walks at sunrise and sunset will snap us out of our funk.  It’s worth a shot.   We won’t be seeing much news and won’t have daily postings from the Proud Liberal to inflame our sensibilities with outrage at the latest injustices and we’re hoping that will enable us to get off this daily routine of sleepless nights.  

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