Samuel Parker Ware

Samuel Parker Ware

By Theresa

He was born October 18th, 1892 in Valley Head, West Virginia.  His mother was Fanny (Parker) Ware and his dad was Gordon Ware.  Gordon had a twin brother by the name of Samuel so he named his son after him and his brother, Samuel, returned the favor by naming his first son Gordon.  his father died on July 17th of
1895 of consumption when dad was three years old. 
His mother, Fanny, remarried a few years later but dad never got along with his stepfather.  By the time dad was 14 he had enough and ran away from home leaving his mother and sister Lucinda.  It was very hard for him to find work because he was so young but he finally got on as a galley boy on a cruise ship.  Dad loved his job and readily made friends with the passengers, most of whom were well off financially and some of them well known artists.  Dad was fascinated with their work and learned a lot from them.  He enjoyed the arts and painting all the rest of his life. 

(I’m going to digress a little here because of some omissions in Theresa’s story about these early years of his life. For instance she doesn’t mention his joining the Canadian Army and fighting Germany in World War I but I know he did and have a picture of him in uniform.  Whether he actually did all the things he told me about – see ‘My Old Man’ posting- is something I don’t know.  I do know he was almost 30 when he married mom in 1921 so he had time to do a lot of living in the 15 years he’d been on his own.  Back to Theresa’s Story.)

He was in Boston in 1921 and caught sight of my mother who was 17 and attending the Boston Telegraphy School.  They dated for six weeks before getting married on September 24th, 1921.  Dad found jobs painting and drawing on billboards.  He made good money until I turned about six years old and he was told by doctors to get me out of the severe New England climate.  I had been sick all of the last two years.  So he
bought a Hupmobile and loaded mom and all six of us kids and headed for Springfield, Oregon in April of 1932.  Mom was pregnant with twins and she was miserable.  Dad’s namesake, Uncle Sam, had a nice home
farm and six boys and one girl in Springfield and we were headed there.  I would stay with Uncle Sam for awhile because of my illness.    This is a picture of the family in 1932.  I think it was taken at Uncle Sam’s place in Springfield and is of Ginnie, Theresa, Edythe, Millie, Uncle Sam’s daughter, Dolly and Pete. 

In 1932 we were deep in the depression and it was extremely hard for dad to find work.  He figured with his kind of work he’d have to go to the bigger cities so he worked his way south doing odd jobs until he got to Los Angeles.  He was lucky enough to find work for a couple of months then started looking for work while heading north up the coast.  Barely any work to be found until he got to Seattle where he found something but it wasn’t stable.  He finally worked his way on a ship to Alaska.  He loved Alaska and got a job in the Aleutian Islands with the government as a paint boss painting military barracks.  During his time in
Alaska, which was several years, he did pretty good and even took my brother-in-laws, Harold Sederlin and Bob Moody, back up with him once.   They didn’t find it as rewarding as he did and came back shortly. 

Dad became ill in Alaska and the doctors wanted to operate on him but he said no and came home and had the surgery done in Eugene, Oregon.  He had a very bad impacted bowel and it took several months to heal.  Then he was hired to work on the Sacred Heart Hospital expansion.  After several months working there he fell down a long flight of concrete stairs.  Someone found him at the bottom of the stairs in a pool of blood at the end of the workday.  He had a serious head injury and was in a coma for over a week.  He lost his sense of balance and was never able to walk steady the rest of his life.  (I think that happened in ’51 or ’52.)

He died of a stroke in Sacred Heart Hospital on August 4, 1962 just short of his 70th birthday.

Note:  I’ve added this posting by Theresa that is information already posted in ‘Mom’s Story’ and ‘My Old Man’ because it is from her perspective and it has elements that I never knew before.  I think the ten or so years right after mom and dad’s marriage is covered best in ‘Mom’s Story’ and I think that the posting of ‘My Old Man’ is probably true also because dad had been knocking about for 15 years before he met mom.
Also, he spent several years in Alaska and made several trips back there.  (Now I see haw he got there in
the first place.)  However, I think the story dad told me about meeting mom in a speakeasy and her having the stage name of ‘Bubbles’ is probably false.

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5 Comments on “Samuel Parker Ware”

  1. […] Samuel Parker Ware […]

  2. Great post thanks for sharing. I really enjoyed today’s article. Nice job!

  3. subwizard Says:

    There’s no way to officially disprove the Bubbles story. We’re going to have to leave it in the family records.

  4. limberjack Says:

    Well, Mom said it was a lie.

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