Sources
Sources
1002. “Obituaries,” Leeta E Hemme, Pacific Union Recorder, 110, 6, Westlake Village, CA, June 2010, 41, http://pacificunionrecorder.adventistfaith.org/sit...0016/2010-06_web.pdf.
Hemme, Leeta E. – b. April 24, 1919, Chowchilla, Calif.; d. April 4, 2010, Meadow Vista, Calif. Survivors: brother, Earl; sister, Thelma Wearner. Served as a teacher in California, Singapore, Indonesia and the Philippines.
File: LeetaEHemme_Obit_Recorder
Hemme, Leeta E. – b. April 24, 1919, Chowchilla, Calif.; d. April 4, 2010, Meadow Vista, Calif. Survivors: brother, Earl; sister, Thelma Wearner. Served as a teacher in California, Singapore, Indonesia and the Philippines.
File: LeetaEHemme_Obit_Recorder
1003. “Born,” Leeta Hemme, Madera Weekly Tribune, Madera, CA, May 1, 1919, 3, https://cdnc.ucr.edu/cgi-bin/cdnc?a=d&d=MWT191...t-txIN-hemme-------1, Well that’s awkward! The newspaper announcement proclaims that aunt Leeta was a son!
HEMME—Near Chowchilla, April 24, 1919, to the wife of Walter A. Hemme, a son.
HEMME—Near Chowchilla, April 24, 1919, to the wife of Walter A. Hemme, a son.
1004. “Leeta E Hemme,” Find-A-Grave, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/149507396, 149507396.
1005. “Death Notices,” Thelma M Wearner, The Columbian, Vancouver, Clark County, WA, October 26, 2021, https://www.columbian.com/news/2021/oct/26/death-notices-2714/.
Thelma M. Wearner, 99, Ridgefield, died Oct. 20, 2021. All County Cremation and Burial Services, 360-718-7948.
Thelma M. Wearner, 99, Ridgefield, died Oct. 20, 2021. All County Cremation and Burial Services, 360-718-7948.
1007. “Willis Elzie Cushman,” Find-A-Grave, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/22450735, 22450735.
1008. “At rest,” Willis Elzie Cushman, Southern Columns, Southern Missionary College, , Spring 1996, 15, http://www.mocavo.com/Smc-Southern-Columns-Souther...-Volume-48/406771/43.
Willis Elzie Cushman, 94, passed away on Feb. 6, 1996. He had been employed at the Southern College book bindery when it was still in business, then after retirement was self-employed as a financial planner. Survivors include his wife, Thelma Cushman, who is an associate professor emerita of home economics. He sleeps in Collegedale Memorial Park until Jesus comes.
File: WillisElzieCushman_Obit
Willis Elzie Cushman, 94, passed away on Feb. 6, 1996. He had been employed at the Southern College book bindery when it was still in business, then after retirement was self-employed as a financial planner. Survivors include his wife, Thelma Cushman, who is an associate professor emerita of home economics. He sleeps in Collegedale Memorial Park until Jesus comes.
File: WillisElzieCushman_Obit
1009. “United States Census: 1940,” US Census Bureau, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, 1940, CA, Napa, St. Helena, Sanitarium, Miriam C Utt, 8A, 3, 28-21-B, T627, 269, 735.
File: 1940 CA Napa County St Helena p8A
File: 1940 CA Napa County St Helena p8A
1010. “Texas Birth Index, 1903-1997,” Texas Department of Health. Bureau of Vital Statistics. Birth certificates. Texas Bureau of Vital Statistics, Austin., Ronald Leroy Wearner, September 5, 1944, Johnson County, TX, https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/VDP7-P4D.
1011. “About the Author: Robert Wearner,” Signs of the Times, http://www.signsofthetimes.org.au/authors/robert-wearner.
1012. “Judith Metta Lydum Cushman,” Find-A-Grave, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/19875590, 19875590.
1013. “United States Census: 1910,” Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, 1910, CA, San Joaquin, Elkhorn, May 16, 1910, Blanche L Shadle, 16B, 6, 119, T624, 103, 31.
File: 1910 CA San Joaquin County Elkhorn p16B
File: 1910 CA San Joaquin County Elkhorn p16B
1014. “California Birth Records,” 1905 - 1995, https://familysearch.org/search/collection/2001879, California Department of Health Services, Vital Statistics Section, lists her mother’s maiden name as Larsen.
1015. “Laurence Richard Silveira,” Find-A-Grave, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/115817194, 115817194.
1016. “Girl Killed When Crossing Highway,” Ivanette Geraldine Silveira, Medford Mail Tribune, Medford, OR, March 29, 1963, 1.
Starts To Follow Sister To Other Side
Jean B. F. Barton, 6-yearold daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John E. Barton, Butte Falls Star Route, box 34, Eagle Point, was killed this morning when she was struck by a car driven by Mrs. Ivanette Geraldine Silveira, 39, of route 1, box 446, Eagle Point.
She was reported dead on arrival at Rogue Valley hospital at 8:50 a.m. She was brought to the hospital by Medford ambulance, which picked her up about 8:15 near Eagle Point, where she had been waiting for a school bus.
The accident occurred about 8 o’clock this morning, state police said.
The girl’s sister, who also was waiting for the school bus, crossed from the east to the west side of highway 62 to join other school children at the Eagle Point junction. Jean started to follow her sister and was hit by the Silveira car, which had managed to miss the older girl as she darted into the highway, police said.
Mrs. Silveira had her four children, ranging in ages from 9 to 14, with her when the accident occurred.
The ambulance was called immediately and brought the girl to Medford. Death apparently resulted from head injuries, hospital attendants stated.
File: IvanetteSilveira_Accident
Starts To Follow Sister To Other Side
Jean B. F. Barton, 6-yearold daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John E. Barton, Butte Falls Star Route, box 34, Eagle Point, was killed this morning when she was struck by a car driven by Mrs. Ivanette Geraldine Silveira, 39, of route 1, box 446, Eagle Point.
She was reported dead on arrival at Rogue Valley hospital at 8:50 a.m. She was brought to the hospital by Medford ambulance, which picked her up about 8:15 near Eagle Point, where she had been waiting for a school bus.
The accident occurred about 8 o’clock this morning, state police said.
The girl’s sister, who also was waiting for the school bus, crossed from the east to the west side of highway 62 to join other school children at the Eagle Point junction. Jean started to follow her sister and was hit by the Silveira car, which had managed to miss the older girl as she darted into the highway, police said.
Mrs. Silveira had her four children, ranging in ages from 9 to 14, with her when the accident occurred.
The ambulance was called immediately and brought the girl to Medford. Death apparently resulted from head injuries, hospital attendants stated.
File: IvanetteSilveira_Accident
1017. “California Birth Records,” 1905 - 1995, https://familysearch.org/search/collection/2001879, California Department of Health Services, Vital Statistics Section, Lists name as Merlin Jackie Eberhardt.
1018. Merlin Jack Eberhardt and Geraldine Dickerson, “California, County Marriages, 1850-1952,” June 19, 1949, Los Angeles, Los Angeles County, CA, USA, Page: 93-GS Film number: 2117267-Digital Folder Number: 005698896-Image Number: 02092, https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/K829-7V5.
Files (2): MerlinJackEberhardtGeraldineDickersonMarraigeLicense_A, MerlinJackEberhardtGeraldineDickersonMarraigeLicense_B
Files (2): MerlinJackEberhardtGeraldineDickersonMarraigeLicense_A, MerlinJackEberhardtGeraldineDickersonMarraigeLicense_B
1019. “Merlin Jack Eberhardt,” Find-A-Grave, https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/189289901, 189289901.
1020. Gainseville Times, March 4, 2012, http://www.alexander-funeral.com/obits/obituary.php?id=156344.
1021. “California, County Marriages, 1850-1952,” Myron Oscar Eberhardt and Cathleen Joanne Battee, El Dorado County, CA, page: 229-film number: 1513760-digital folder number: 004540639-image number: 00133, https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/XLCH-6MP, Gives name as Cathleen Joanne Battee.
1022. “California Birth Records,” 1905 - 1995, https://familysearch.org/search/collection/2001879, California Department of Health Services, Vital Statistics Section, Gives name as Cathern Joanne Battee.
1023. “Area Obituaries,” C. Joanne Eberhardt, The Chattanoogan, Chattanooga, TN, January 29, 2018.
C. Joanne Eberhardt, 89, of Cleveland, Tennessee, died January 27, 2018, at a local hospital, surrounded by family, who had traveled across the United States to celebrate her 90th birthday.
She was born January 30, 1928, in Oakdale, California, the daughter of Julian and Beulah Battee. She was the third child of five siblings.
Joanne received a religious studies degree from Southwestern Adventist University in 1985 after raising 10 children.
She performed mission work throughout her life and was an active member of Bowman Hills Seventh-Day Adventist Church.
Joanne was preceded in death by her sisters, Wilda Cox and Jeanne Mannes; brothers, Bob Battee and George Garrido.
She is survived by her sons, Mike of Cleveland, GA, Jan of Tuscaloosa, AL, Tim of Ukiah, CA, Russell of Brooklyn, NY, Eddie of Phoenix, AZ; daughters, Judy Eberhardt DeFoor of Ooltewah, TN, Jeanie Eberhardt Cearley of Atlanta, GA, Rosa Eberhardt of Hendersonville, NC, Penny Eberhardt Reynolds of Blairsville, GA, Sonia Eberhardt Bruce of Cleveland, GA; grandchildren, Kellyn Eberhardt Garrison, Joel DeFoor, Evan Eberhardt, Amy Cearley Ronning, Larson DeFoor Bennett, Brittney Bruce, David Bruce, Chrissy Eberhardt Parson, Claire DeFoor, Miguel Martinez, John Eberhardt, Peter Eberhardt, Carmen Martinez; great-grandchildren, Hank Garrison, Azariah Parson, and Jill Marie Bruce.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to ADRA.org or Maranatha.org
Visit www.heritagechattanooga.com to share condolences with the family and view the memorial tribute.
A service will be held on Sunday, Feb. 4, at 2 p.m. at the Collegedale Community Church.
Arrangements have been entrusted to Heritage Funeral Home, 7454 E. Brainerd Road, Chattanooga, Tn. 37421.
C. Joanne Eberhardt, 89, of Cleveland, Tennessee, died January 27, 2018, at a local hospital, surrounded by family, who had traveled across the United States to celebrate her 90th birthday.
She was born January 30, 1928, in Oakdale, California, the daughter of Julian and Beulah Battee. She was the third child of five siblings.
Joanne received a religious studies degree from Southwestern Adventist University in 1985 after raising 10 children.
She performed mission work throughout her life and was an active member of Bowman Hills Seventh-Day Adventist Church.
Joanne was preceded in death by her sisters, Wilda Cox and Jeanne Mannes; brothers, Bob Battee and George Garrido.
She is survived by her sons, Mike of Cleveland, GA, Jan of Tuscaloosa, AL, Tim of Ukiah, CA, Russell of Brooklyn, NY, Eddie of Phoenix, AZ; daughters, Judy Eberhardt DeFoor of Ooltewah, TN, Jeanie Eberhardt Cearley of Atlanta, GA, Rosa Eberhardt of Hendersonville, NC, Penny Eberhardt Reynolds of Blairsville, GA, Sonia Eberhardt Bruce of Cleveland, GA; grandchildren, Kellyn Eberhardt Garrison, Joel DeFoor, Evan Eberhardt, Amy Cearley Ronning, Larson DeFoor Bennett, Brittney Bruce, David Bruce, Chrissy Eberhardt Parson, Claire DeFoor, Miguel Martinez, John Eberhardt, Peter Eberhardt, Carmen Martinez; great-grandchildren, Hank Garrison, Azariah Parson, and Jill Marie Bruce.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to ADRA.org or Maranatha.org
Visit www.heritagechattanooga.com to share condolences with the family and view the memorial tribute.
A service will be held on Sunday, Feb. 4, at 2 p.m. at the Collegedale Community Church.
Arrangements have been entrusted to Heritage Funeral Home, 7454 E. Brainerd Road, Chattanooga, Tn. 37421.
1024. “California, County Marriages, 1850-1952,” Myron Oscar Eberhardt and Cathleen Joanne Battee, El Dorado County, CA, page: 229-film number: 1513760-digital folder number: 004540639-image number: 00133, https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/XLCH-6MP.
1026. “Fred E. Habenicht Retired School Warehouseman,” The Sacramento Bee, Sacramento, Sacramento County, CA, March 22, 1991, B5, Newspaper.
1027. John Alden Blanchard and Betty Ann Townsend, “California, County Marriages, 1850-1952,” December 17, 1948, Los Angeles County, CA, https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:K8KL-8DL.
Files (2): JohnAldenBlanchardJr_BettyAnnTownsend_MarLic_I, JohnAldenBlanchardJr_BettyAnnTownsend_MarLic_II
Files (2): JohnAldenBlanchardJr_BettyAnnTownsend_MarLic_I, JohnAldenBlanchardJr_BettyAnnTownsend_MarLic_II
1028. Allen T Clapp and Arla M Habenicht, “California, Marriage Index, 1960-1985,” March 23, 1980, Sacramento County, CA, https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:V6VS-Q2S, Born about 1953.
1029. Allison Clapp Guentes, “Reflections on My Father, A. Taylor Clapp,” https://allisonclappfuentes.wordpress.com/2014/01/...ther-a-taylor-clapp/, January 20, 2014.
My father was born, and almost 61 years later he died. Between those bookends are a collection of stories we will remember as his life. Between those certain, unbudging dates he navigated through the uncharted waters we all wade through on our own journeys. How fortunate we all are to have crossed paths with Taylor, or even traveled along side him for awhile.
Perhaps some of you know that Taylor had eidetic memory, which is a gift that allowed him to remember everything in full color detail, and to replay whole events from his past in his mind as vividly as when he first experienced them. He often spoke of his memory as a curse — what a burden, he’d say, to carry everything with you all the time — to never forget the good, but also the bad.
Today is our day to remember him, in vivid color, to recall all the details, the nuiances that, like a fingerprint, made his life unique.
Taylor was born into a family, who on his father’s side, stretches back 13 generations to our ancestor Captain Roger Clapp who arrived in what is now Massachusetts nine years prior to the Mayflower. His mother, in contrast, is a first generation American, born of Polish and Russian immigrants who, we found out only a few years ago, never legally gained citizenship, but worked very hard and were proud Americans none-the-less. Taylor lived with this dual legacy — the certainty and history of an old family line, and the direct connection back to Europe. He remembers sitting on his Grandmother’s lap, while she told him stories, thick-accented, of “dee owld county.”
If you ask his mother, Franna, she will tell you that on Christmas Day, 1952, she was quietly but painfully in labor all day as she and Allen entertained holiday guests. That night, they drove from their house on Riggs Road to Washington Adventist Hospital and on the 26th Allen Taylor Clapp Jr. was born.
Within a couple of years, the threesome moved to a house on the Severn River, which feeds into the Chesapeake Bay. He could sail as soon as he could walk. The boat he remembers best was the Alfranta, an amalgamation of Allen, Franna, and Taylor. He loved the water, and it called to him. In recent years, he enjoyed the occasional yacht cruise down the South River out of Annapolis, or simply a meal in a restaurant overlooking the harbor.
Taylor attended public school in Anne Arundel County, and then for 7th grade, Al and Franna thought is was important for Taylor to attend Adventist school. So during the week he lived with his grandmother Clintie and his mathematician aunt Dee, whom he adored, on Elm Avenue in Takoma Park so he could attend John Neven Andrews School.
Taylor had no siblings, and no cousins. He said to us once that at family gatherings he was hovered over and doted on profusely. As an introvert he appreciated escaping the masses and making his own fun. He developed a voracious appetite for reading, enjoyed building small electronics, and tinkering with chemistry.
There is one story I know staring my Dad and a certain young Gary Schewell that features the two of them wiring a toilet seat to deliver a shock when sat upon by presumably Gary’s grandmother. As I understand it, she was more impressed than upset, but maybe we should ask Gary about that later.
Adeolescent Taylor, known to his school friends as Tayl or Flick, continued his education at Takoma Academy, where he became close to a few, friends with many, and liked by all, with his quiet, thoughtful demeanor, often seen with his camera and photography equipment.
Over the years, thanks to online social networking, he reconnected with many of you here today that he met during those formative TA years.
With no siblings nor cousins, Dad was free to construct his own ragtag crew of a peer group. I imagine my father, a kind of Peter Pan, at the center of a pack of lost boys, roving Rock Creek Park, reenacting scenes from Lord of the Rings, and hoping beyond hope for a date Saturday nights.
When Taylor was 16, Franna and Al bought a Royal Berry Wills-designed house in Hillandale. With his Dad, Al, he helped construct a small barn, a harpsichord, a greenhouse that to this day houses hundreds of exotic orchids, and his very own darkroom in the basement for his photography.
In 1970 he graduated from Takoma Academy and that fall began work towards an associate degree in electrical engineering which he completed in two years before attending Collumbia Union College. While there, he enjoyed writing and taking photos for the college newspaper and working for Stewart Bainum. After two years at CUC, Taylor graduated as a Bachelor of Science, having studied business administration. This, his father told him, would unlock many doors to him. Though, I suspect my Dad would have prefered using a lockpick on an actual lock rather than the perverbial one that formal education was supposedly going to open.
Dad always learned best by teaching himself. In 1980 when he began working at the Psyciatric Institute of America, which later became National Medical Enterprises, he helped create computer networks and data systems the so-called experts deemed impossbile. He always thought beyond the problem in front of him.
During our discussions over the past few years, I began to understand how my Dad visualized the evolution of technology from the lever and wheel straight through the 20th century industrial boom and into the age of information today. He was capable of following this trajectory into the future as we discussed predictions for space travel, medicine, and weapons development and the ever-changing political and economic landscape within which these technologies would burgeon or fizzle.
I have always been fascinated by the eclectic pack of people my Dad ran with. Be it at PIA, NME, Chestnut Lodge, Genetics and IVF Institute or more recently at Compania, he developed strong personal and professional relationships with lots of different kinds of people, with a wide variety of technical backgrounds and skills. He had a brilliant way of empathlising with you and unlocking what it was you cared for or knew the most about. Chances are, he knew something about your passion and the communion of common thought began, and a friendship sparked.
And now we get to the part about Arla, his best girl, as he refered to her affectionately on Facebook.
Taylor and Arla met on a blind date set up by a mutual friend after Taylor’s initial plans for the weekend fell through. They went to the Kennedy Center to experience Bach’s Mass in B minor. A high bar to set for date number one, if you ask me. But music was always something that brought my parents together. A shared passion.
So much so, that Taylor asked Arla if she would like a harpsichord of her very own. As a proficient organist and pianist, she enthusiastically said, “Yes!” “Well I don’t have one, Taylor said. “But I can make one for you.” So they cleared out a space in Franna and Al’s basement and got to work building the instrument together.
Over the following weeks, the two worked whilst discussing a range of topics, getting to know each other better. Until one day, Taylor confessed that if he were to propose marriage to a girl, he always wanted to do it in front of a monument or public statue — you know, some place important so that years later they could drive by with the grandkids and say, “That’s were Pop Pop proposed to Grandma.”
I think my mom said something like, “That sounds like a nice idea.” And they tromped up the stairs to the living room where Al lowered his newspaper to ask if they had hit a snag with the harpsichord. My Dad, in plain-spoken TC-fashion, said, “Well, Arla and I are getting married.” Franna hit the ceiling with excitement.
This, of course, was news to my mom who thought at the very least she’d have a car ride to the Washington Monument, or whereever, to gather her wits.
They were married in Mom’s home church in Carmichael, California in March of 1980.
They never made it to a famous place for a proper proposal, but almost exactly 30 years later, when my then boyfriend Johnathon flew me to Berlin and proposed as the snow was softly falling by the Brandenberg Gate, my Dad told me he knew Johnathon was a good guy because he had done it right — the way he had always wanted to propose to Arla, but was too excited at the prospect of marrying his best girl to get any further than his parent’s living room.
That living room has seen a lot over the years. Christmases, birthdays, Christmas-slash-birthdays. (My Dad always felt cheated in the gift-department having been born on December 26.) That living room even hosted a wedding — Franna to her old flame Gordon Laing in a small ceremony where my sister and I stood as bridesmaids and Taylor walked his mother down the aisle.
In May of 1984, I was born, and in February of 1988 my sister Elizabeth came along. We share fond memories of trips to the park, museums, watching This Old House on Saturday nights, grits and saucettes for breakfast on Sunday mornings while Mom was working playing the organ. We remember pinball marathons in the basement, watching as he carefully measured and cut wood in his workshop for this or that project. We remember Star Trek and Orson Wells radio dramas and VHS tapes of the moon landings. We remember listening to him riff on the piano when he came home from the office, working out from memory songs he heard on the radio during that morning’s commute. Elizabeth remembers dancing — spinning and spinning herself dizzy as Dad played tunes from the Moody Blues, The Beatles, The Who, Brahams, and British hymns alike. Dad coined her nickname, Dizzy Lizzy, perhaps because of moments like these. I remember my Dad teaching me to drive stick shift, and helping Lizzy move to Austin last year, and I remember seeing him hold his granddaughters for the first time.
He was always up for a project, working with Mom on the design and making things in his basement workshop, using their half-finished harpsichord as a workbench. In case you were wondering, it’s still there, the carcas of a harpsichord, in my Mom’s basement, waiting to be finished. There’s nothing Taylor liked more than starting a project.
Taylor was a maker and enjoyed constructing elaborate Halloween costumes including a butterfly, a shower, dresser with drawers, and a traffic light complete with wiring allowing the wearer to change the lights from green to yellow to red.
The piece I am proud to say will remain in the family for generations to come is a rocking lion, patterned after an FAO Schwartz version he studied on his lunch hour. He even called his aunt Dee to get a refresher on the quadradic equation to get the curve of the neck just right. Lizzy and I loved to rock on that lion, and now Taylor’s grandchildren, Beatrice who turned two yesterday, and little Penelope, will be able to enjoy Pop Pop’s rocking lion, too.
On Taylor’s Facebook page he posted photographs of his latest projects made with a Carvewright, computer-driven wood-carving machine. You can see his attention to detail and love of the materials. There was nothing more exciting at the start of a project than an untouched board of cherry wood or black walnut.
He had slowed his pace in the last few years, opting instead to channel his creativity once again into his writing, mostly in the form of pithy Facebook messages and email correspondance with old friends. It was through this network that my sister and I were able to reach out and inform the world of his health. And you all answered back, allowing him to be surrounded by words of love and comfort in his final hours. I thank you all now again for that wonderful gift.
I am thankful also for the technology that allowed my parents to communicate a world away as his kidneys were failing and Arla was in Indonesia. My Mom and I were Skyping, in fact, when my phone buzzed and it was Dad’s doctor telling us he had passed away. We were together despite the 12 hour time difference.
Dad often began statements with the phrase, “When my ship comes in.” He used this to describe some wish or looked-forward-to event, usually requiring extra time or money.
“When my ship comes in we will start this or that project.” “When my ship comes in we will go on that trip or do that thing we have been meaning to do.”
Dad, I hope you know that your ship has been here all along, moored fast to the dock where you stand searching for it, but so massive and vast is its hull that though you stand beside it you never noticed it at all.
Dad, your ship has come in, and it leaves port with you now, destined for a beautiful place, sailing swift and sure through the waters with a seasoned navigator at the helm.
May you rest now, soothed by the rocking of this great boat. Sail on, Dad.
And what is the destination? To quote Captain James T. Kirk at the end of Star Trek VI, the Undiscovered Country: “Second star to the right, and straight on ’til morning.”
My father was born, and almost 61 years later he died. Between those bookends are a collection of stories we will remember as his life. Between those certain, unbudging dates he navigated through the uncharted waters we all wade through on our own journeys. How fortunate we all are to have crossed paths with Taylor, or even traveled along side him for awhile.
Perhaps some of you know that Taylor had eidetic memory, which is a gift that allowed him to remember everything in full color detail, and to replay whole events from his past in his mind as vividly as when he first experienced them. He often spoke of his memory as a curse — what a burden, he’d say, to carry everything with you all the time — to never forget the good, but also the bad.
Today is our day to remember him, in vivid color, to recall all the details, the nuiances that, like a fingerprint, made his life unique.
Taylor was born into a family, who on his father’s side, stretches back 13 generations to our ancestor Captain Roger Clapp who arrived in what is now Massachusetts nine years prior to the Mayflower. His mother, in contrast, is a first generation American, born of Polish and Russian immigrants who, we found out only a few years ago, never legally gained citizenship, but worked very hard and were proud Americans none-the-less. Taylor lived with this dual legacy — the certainty and history of an old family line, and the direct connection back to Europe. He remembers sitting on his Grandmother’s lap, while she told him stories, thick-accented, of “dee owld county.”
If you ask his mother, Franna, she will tell you that on Christmas Day, 1952, she was quietly but painfully in labor all day as she and Allen entertained holiday guests. That night, they drove from their house on Riggs Road to Washington Adventist Hospital and on the 26th Allen Taylor Clapp Jr. was born.
Within a couple of years, the threesome moved to a house on the Severn River, which feeds into the Chesapeake Bay. He could sail as soon as he could walk. The boat he remembers best was the Alfranta, an amalgamation of Allen, Franna, and Taylor. He loved the water, and it called to him. In recent years, he enjoyed the occasional yacht cruise down the South River out of Annapolis, or simply a meal in a restaurant overlooking the harbor.
Taylor attended public school in Anne Arundel County, and then for 7th grade, Al and Franna thought is was important for Taylor to attend Adventist school. So during the week he lived with his grandmother Clintie and his mathematician aunt Dee, whom he adored, on Elm Avenue in Takoma Park so he could attend John Neven Andrews School.
Taylor had no siblings, and no cousins. He said to us once that at family gatherings he was hovered over and doted on profusely. As an introvert he appreciated escaping the masses and making his own fun. He developed a voracious appetite for reading, enjoyed building small electronics, and tinkering with chemistry.
There is one story I know staring my Dad and a certain young Gary Schewell that features the two of them wiring a toilet seat to deliver a shock when sat upon by presumably Gary’s grandmother. As I understand it, she was more impressed than upset, but maybe we should ask Gary about that later.
Adeolescent Taylor, known to his school friends as Tayl or Flick, continued his education at Takoma Academy, where he became close to a few, friends with many, and liked by all, with his quiet, thoughtful demeanor, often seen with his camera and photography equipment.
Over the years, thanks to online social networking, he reconnected with many of you here today that he met during those formative TA years.
With no siblings nor cousins, Dad was free to construct his own ragtag crew of a peer group. I imagine my father, a kind of Peter Pan, at the center of a pack of lost boys, roving Rock Creek Park, reenacting scenes from Lord of the Rings, and hoping beyond hope for a date Saturday nights.
When Taylor was 16, Franna and Al bought a Royal Berry Wills-designed house in Hillandale. With his Dad, Al, he helped construct a small barn, a harpsichord, a greenhouse that to this day houses hundreds of exotic orchids, and his very own darkroom in the basement for his photography.
In 1970 he graduated from Takoma Academy and that fall began work towards an associate degree in electrical engineering which he completed in two years before attending Collumbia Union College. While there, he enjoyed writing and taking photos for the college newspaper and working for Stewart Bainum. After two years at CUC, Taylor graduated as a Bachelor of Science, having studied business administration. This, his father told him, would unlock many doors to him. Though, I suspect my Dad would have prefered using a lockpick on an actual lock rather than the perverbial one that formal education was supposedly going to open.
Dad always learned best by teaching himself. In 1980 when he began working at the Psyciatric Institute of America, which later became National Medical Enterprises, he helped create computer networks and data systems the so-called experts deemed impossbile. He always thought beyond the problem in front of him.
During our discussions over the past few years, I began to understand how my Dad visualized the evolution of technology from the lever and wheel straight through the 20th century industrial boom and into the age of information today. He was capable of following this trajectory into the future as we discussed predictions for space travel, medicine, and weapons development and the ever-changing political and economic landscape within which these technologies would burgeon or fizzle.
I have always been fascinated by the eclectic pack of people my Dad ran with. Be it at PIA, NME, Chestnut Lodge, Genetics and IVF Institute or more recently at Compania, he developed strong personal and professional relationships with lots of different kinds of people, with a wide variety of technical backgrounds and skills. He had a brilliant way of empathlising with you and unlocking what it was you cared for or knew the most about. Chances are, he knew something about your passion and the communion of common thought began, and a friendship sparked.
And now we get to the part about Arla, his best girl, as he refered to her affectionately on Facebook.
Taylor and Arla met on a blind date set up by a mutual friend after Taylor’s initial plans for the weekend fell through. They went to the Kennedy Center to experience Bach’s Mass in B minor. A high bar to set for date number one, if you ask me. But music was always something that brought my parents together. A shared passion.
So much so, that Taylor asked Arla if she would like a harpsichord of her very own. As a proficient organist and pianist, she enthusiastically said, “Yes!” “Well I don’t have one, Taylor said. “But I can make one for you.” So they cleared out a space in Franna and Al’s basement and got to work building the instrument together.
Over the following weeks, the two worked whilst discussing a range of topics, getting to know each other better. Until one day, Taylor confessed that if he were to propose marriage to a girl, he always wanted to do it in front of a monument or public statue — you know, some place important so that years later they could drive by with the grandkids and say, “That’s were Pop Pop proposed to Grandma.”
I think my mom said something like, “That sounds like a nice idea.” And they tromped up the stairs to the living room where Al lowered his newspaper to ask if they had hit a snag with the harpsichord. My Dad, in plain-spoken TC-fashion, said, “Well, Arla and I are getting married.” Franna hit the ceiling with excitement.
This, of course, was news to my mom who thought at the very least she’d have a car ride to the Washington Monument, or whereever, to gather her wits.
They were married in Mom’s home church in Carmichael, California in March of 1980.
They never made it to a famous place for a proper proposal, but almost exactly 30 years later, when my then boyfriend Johnathon flew me to Berlin and proposed as the snow was softly falling by the Brandenberg Gate, my Dad told me he knew Johnathon was a good guy because he had done it right — the way he had always wanted to propose to Arla, but was too excited at the prospect of marrying his best girl to get any further than his parent’s living room.
That living room has seen a lot over the years. Christmases, birthdays, Christmas-slash-birthdays. (My Dad always felt cheated in the gift-department having been born on December 26.) That living room even hosted a wedding — Franna to her old flame Gordon Laing in a small ceremony where my sister and I stood as bridesmaids and Taylor walked his mother down the aisle.
In May of 1984, I was born, and in February of 1988 my sister Elizabeth came along. We share fond memories of trips to the park, museums, watching This Old House on Saturday nights, grits and saucettes for breakfast on Sunday mornings while Mom was working playing the organ. We remember pinball marathons in the basement, watching as he carefully measured and cut wood in his workshop for this or that project. We remember Star Trek and Orson Wells radio dramas and VHS tapes of the moon landings. We remember listening to him riff on the piano when he came home from the office, working out from memory songs he heard on the radio during that morning’s commute. Elizabeth remembers dancing — spinning and spinning herself dizzy as Dad played tunes from the Moody Blues, The Beatles, The Who, Brahams, and British hymns alike. Dad coined her nickname, Dizzy Lizzy, perhaps because of moments like these. I remember my Dad teaching me to drive stick shift, and helping Lizzy move to Austin last year, and I remember seeing him hold his granddaughters for the first time.
He was always up for a project, working with Mom on the design and making things in his basement workshop, using their half-finished harpsichord as a workbench. In case you were wondering, it’s still there, the carcas of a harpsichord, in my Mom’s basement, waiting to be finished. There’s nothing Taylor liked more than starting a project.
Taylor was a maker and enjoyed constructing elaborate Halloween costumes including a butterfly, a shower, dresser with drawers, and a traffic light complete with wiring allowing the wearer to change the lights from green to yellow to red.
The piece I am proud to say will remain in the family for generations to come is a rocking lion, patterned after an FAO Schwartz version he studied on his lunch hour. He even called his aunt Dee to get a refresher on the quadradic equation to get the curve of the neck just right. Lizzy and I loved to rock on that lion, and now Taylor’s grandchildren, Beatrice who turned two yesterday, and little Penelope, will be able to enjoy Pop Pop’s rocking lion, too.
On Taylor’s Facebook page he posted photographs of his latest projects made with a Carvewright, computer-driven wood-carving machine. You can see his attention to detail and love of the materials. There was nothing more exciting at the start of a project than an untouched board of cherry wood or black walnut.
He had slowed his pace in the last few years, opting instead to channel his creativity once again into his writing, mostly in the form of pithy Facebook messages and email correspondance with old friends. It was through this network that my sister and I were able to reach out and inform the world of his health. And you all answered back, allowing him to be surrounded by words of love and comfort in his final hours. I thank you all now again for that wonderful gift.
I am thankful also for the technology that allowed my parents to communicate a world away as his kidneys were failing and Arla was in Indonesia. My Mom and I were Skyping, in fact, when my phone buzzed and it was Dad’s doctor telling us he had passed away. We were together despite the 12 hour time difference.
Dad often began statements with the phrase, “When my ship comes in.” He used this to describe some wish or looked-forward-to event, usually requiring extra time or money.
“When my ship comes in we will start this or that project.” “When my ship comes in we will go on that trip or do that thing we have been meaning to do.”
Dad, I hope you know that your ship has been here all along, moored fast to the dock where you stand searching for it, but so massive and vast is its hull that though you stand beside it you never noticed it at all.
Dad, your ship has come in, and it leaves port with you now, destined for a beautiful place, sailing swift and sure through the waters with a seasoned navigator at the helm.
May you rest now, soothed by the rocking of this great boat. Sail on, Dad.
And what is the destination? To quote Captain James T. Kirk at the end of Star Trek VI, the Undiscovered Country: “Second star to the right, and straight on ’til morning.”
1031. “Sweden Household Examination Books,” Bringetofta AI 15, 1876 - 1880, Strustorp, Bringetofta, Jönköpings, Småland, Sweden, Scandinavia, 373.
File: 1875s Sweden Strustorp p373
File: 1875s Sweden Strustorp p373
1032. “Sweden Household Examination Books,” Svenarum AI 14, 1886 - 1890, Långserum Norregård, Svenarum, Jönköpings, Småland, Sweden, 160.
File: 1885s Sweden Svenarum p160
File: 1885s Sweden Svenarum p160
1033. “Kansas State Census,” 1895, KS, Rawlins, Laing, Thornton, 4, Kansas Department of Health and Environment Office of Vital Statistics, March 1, 1895, Leonard Holmdahl, Laing, Rawlins County, KS, http://www.ksgenweb.com/kansas/genweb/rawlins/laing0.html.
Files (3): 1895 KS Rawlins County Laing p3, 1895 KS Rawlins County Laing p4, 1895 KS Rawlins County Laing p6
Files (3): 1895 KS Rawlins County Laing p3, 1895 KS Rawlins County Laing p4, 1895 KS Rawlins County Laing p6
1034. “United States Census: 1940,” Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, 1940, CA, Madera, Judicial Township 2, Inez B Morgan, 13A, 9, 20-4, T627, 260, 140.
File: 1940 CA Madera County Township 2 p13A
File: 1940 CA Madera County Township 2 p13A
1035. “Baltimore, Maryland, Passenger List Card Index, 1820-1897,” June 18, 1889, Baltimore, Baltimore County, MD, PP-66-11-610.
Port of entry: Baltimore, MD
Name of vessel: Munchen
Date: June 18, 1889
Destination: Wisconsin
Files (6): ClaraHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, AnnaHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, MathildeHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, HuldaHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, AlfriedeHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, EvaHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889
Port of entry: Baltimore, MD
Name of vessel: Munchen
Date: June 18, 1889
Destination: Wisconsin
Files (6): ClaraHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, AnnaHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, MathildeHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, HuldaHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, AlfriedeHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889, EvaHoglund_ImmigrationCard_1889
1036. Kirsten Ween, “Ellis Island Manifest Records,” May 3, 1907, Ellis Island, NY, https://www.libertyellisfoundation.org/show-manife...gyMDcxMi5qcGciOw==/1.
First Name : Kirsten
Last Name : Ween
Nationality : Norway, Scandinavian
Last Place of Residence : Egersund, Norway
Date of Arrival : May 3rd, 1907
Age at Arrival : 19y
Gender : Female
Marital Status : Single
Ship of Travel : Caronia
Port of Departure : Liverpool
Manifest Line Number : 0019
Going to live with her father’s(?) uncle Ole who lived at 301 W Ohio St. in Chicago, Ill.
File: KirstenWeenImmigration
First Name : Kirsten
Last Name : Ween
Nationality : Norway, Scandinavian
Last Place of Residence : Egersund, Norway
Date of Arrival : May 3rd, 1907
Age at Arrival : 19y
Gender : Female
Marital Status : Single
Ship of Travel : Caronia
Port of Departure : Liverpool
Manifest Line Number : 0019
Going to live with her father’s(?) uncle Ole who lived at 301 W Ohio St. in Chicago, Ill.
File: KirstenWeenImmigration
1037. “United States Census,” 1900, CA, Sacramento, Sacramento, Precinct 2, Ward 8, 18A, 4, 92, T623, 1240098, 72, 825, Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, June 13, 1900, Wm. K. Lindsay Jr.
File: 1900 CA Sacramento County Sacramento City Precinct 2 Ward 8 p18a
File: 1900 CA Sacramento County Sacramento City Precinct 2 Ward 8 p18a
1038. “United States Census: 1910,” Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, 1910, CA, Sacramento, Sacramento, District 08, April 26, 1910, Mrs Belle S Hayes, 15B, 27, 127, T624, 93, 212.
File: 1910 CA Sacramento County Sacramento Ward8 p15B
File: 1910 CA Sacramento County Sacramento Ward8 p15B
1039. “United States Census,” 1920, CA, Alameda, Niles, Washington Township, 3B, 5, 214, T625, 92, 245, Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, January 7 & 9, 1920, Byrde A thompson, Niles was renamed Vallejo Mills and later was one of five communities encorporated into the city of Fremont. It is the northeast corner of Fremont.
File: 1920 CA Alameda County Niles p3B
File: 1920 CA Alameda County Niles p3B
1040. “United States Census: 1930,” Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, 1930, CA, Alameda, Oakland, Brooklyn Township, April 10, 1930, Mrs. Elsie F Ogburn, 15A, 9, 1-185, T626, 108, 82, 164.
File: 1930 CA Alameda County Oakland p15A
File: 1930 CA Alameda County Oakland p15A
1041. “United States Census: 1940,” Bureau of the Census, US Dept. of Commerce, United States of America, 1940, CA, Alameda, Oakland, District 06, Brooklyn, 2B, 61-228, T627, 5456518, 504.
File: 1940 CA Alameda County Oakland Brookly Dist 6 p2B
File: 1940 CA Alameda County Oakland Brookly Dist 6 p2B
1042. “Married Yesterday,” Harvey H. Hanson and Verna I. Sturm, Santa Cruz Evening News, Santa Cruz, Santa Cruz County, CA, February 7, 1920, 5.
Miss Verna I. Sturm of San Jose and Harvey H. Hanson of Wisconsin were married at the Congregational parsonage early yesterday afternoon by the Rev. A. W. Hare.
Miss Verna I. Sturm of San Jose and Harvey H. Hanson of Wisconsin were married at the Congregational parsonage early yesterday afternoon by the Rev. A. W. Hare.
1043. “Vital Record--Licensed,” Harvey H Hanson and Verna I Sturm, The San Bernardino County Sun, San Bernardino, San Bernardino County, CA, June 2, 1920, 3.
HANSON-STURM Harvey H. Hanson, Wisconsin, 21, Milwaukee; Verna Isabel Sturm, California, 23, San Jose.
HANSON-STURM Harvey H. Hanson, Wisconsin, 21, Milwaukee; Verna Isabel Sturm, California, 23, San Jose.
1044. Hartvig Harold Hanson, “Wisconsin, Births and Christenings, 1826-1926,” July 22, 1901, Dayton, Waupaca County, WI, Indexing Project (Batch) Number: C00327-8 , System Origin: Wisconsin-EASy , GS Film number: 1305605 , Reference ID: cn2263, https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:XR2P-2PP.
1045. Harvey Hanson and Verna Sturm, San Francisco Chronicle, San Francisco, San Francisco County, CA, February 15, 1920, 10.
Harvey Hanson came out from Milwaukee to claim his attractive bride Miss Verna Sturm. They were married on Friday at the Congregational parsonage, Rev. A W Hare officiating.
Harvey Hanson came out from Milwaukee to claim his attractive bride Miss Verna Sturm. They were married on Friday at the Congregational parsonage, Rev. A W Hare officiating.
1046. “Military History,” William Henry Lavigne, May 11, 1933, https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/VZ3Q-98R.
File: WilliamHenryLavigneDischargeRecord
File: WilliamHenryLavigneDischargeRecord
1047. “Obituaries,” Beverly Lorraine Cole Sturm, The Modesto Bee, Modesto, Stanislaus County, CA, USA, June 5, 2020, A4.
Beverly Lorraine (Cole) Sturm was born in Modesto, CA. She was preceded in death by her parents, Davy Crockett Cole, Jr. and Muriel Eliza (Burris) Cole, as well as her older brother, Robert Davy Cole. She is survived by her husband of 67 years, Albert Junior Sturm, who was by her side when she passed; her children, Tami (Sturm) Cosentino (Tom) and Jeff Sturm; her sisters Patricia (Cole) Morrow and Iva (Cole) Stone (John); grand daughters Amber (Sturm) Carter (Cameron), Kacie Sturm, and Lauren (Cosentino) Zampieri (Marco); great grandchildren Kaidynce Sturm, Abby Carter, and Hunter Tipton; many nieces and nephews. Beverly was always creative. She loved decorating and reading as a child. She became an accomplished classical pianist in high school and continued playing into her middle-age years. Beverly channeled her love of reading into a highly- developed talent for writing her own stories and poetry. After graduation from Modesto High School, Beverly worked at Western Union until she and Al married in January, 1953. They lived in Modesto. Daughter, Tami, was born later that year. The little family moved to El Centro, Merced, then to Sutter Creek, in 1957. Son, Jeff, was born in 1959. The Sturm family made many friends and enjoyed life in Sutter Creek for 35 years. Beverly loved her family more than anything, always providing her love and attention freely; sharing her talents and letting her children develop their own. She worked at Bank of America, Jackson branch, for 20 years. When the children had their own families and she and Al retired, they moved to St. George, Utah. Beverly went to work, making her new house a home, researching and creating detailed family genealogy albums, while Al golfed. They lived in St. George for 27 years. She will be deeply missed. A Celebration of Life will be held Saturday, June 13, 2020, from noon until 3:00 pm, at the Cosentino home: 7105 Hillcrest Dr., Modesto, CA. The family requests with gratitude that remembrances be donated to the Alzheimer’s Association. www.cvobituaries.com BEVERLY STURM JANUARY 13, 1934 - MAY 28, 2020
Beverly Lorraine (Cole) Sturm was born in Modesto, CA. She was preceded in death by her parents, Davy Crockett Cole, Jr. and Muriel Eliza (Burris) Cole, as well as her older brother, Robert Davy Cole. She is survived by her husband of 67 years, Albert Junior Sturm, who was by her side when she passed; her children, Tami (Sturm) Cosentino (Tom) and Jeff Sturm; her sisters Patricia (Cole) Morrow and Iva (Cole) Stone (John); grand daughters Amber (Sturm) Carter (Cameron), Kacie Sturm, and Lauren (Cosentino) Zampieri (Marco); great grandchildren Kaidynce Sturm, Abby Carter, and Hunter Tipton; many nieces and nephews. Beverly was always creative. She loved decorating and reading as a child. She became an accomplished classical pianist in high school and continued playing into her middle-age years. Beverly channeled her love of reading into a highly- developed talent for writing her own stories and poetry. After graduation from Modesto High School, Beverly worked at Western Union until she and Al married in January, 1953. They lived in Modesto. Daughter, Tami, was born later that year. The little family moved to El Centro, Merced, then to Sutter Creek, in 1957. Son, Jeff, was born in 1959. The Sturm family made many friends and enjoyed life in Sutter Creek for 35 years. Beverly loved her family more than anything, always providing her love and attention freely; sharing her talents and letting her children develop their own. She worked at Bank of America, Jackson branch, for 20 years. When the children had their own families and she and Al retired, they moved to St. George, Utah. Beverly went to work, making her new house a home, researching and creating detailed family genealogy albums, while Al golfed. They lived in St. George for 27 years. She will be deeply missed. A Celebration of Life will be held Saturday, June 13, 2020, from noon until 3:00 pm, at the Cosentino home: 7105 Hillcrest Dr., Modesto, CA. The family requests with gratitude that remembrances be donated to the Alzheimer’s Association. www.cvobituaries.com BEVERLY STURM JANUARY 13, 1934 - MAY 28, 2020
1048. “Christ Church Parish, Virginia Records, 1653-1812,” http://www.archive.org/details/parishregisterof00chri.
p. 206 (YEAR 1789)
William Crittenden Webb & Fanny Wortham married July iith
p. 206 (YEAR 1789)
William Crittenden Webb & Fanny Wortham married July iith
1049. “California Birth Records,” 1905 - 1995, https://familysearch.org/search/collection/2001879, California Department of Health Services, Vital Statistics Section, Lists name as Olaf Christinse with mother’s maiden name Wren.
1050. “Border Crossings From Canada to United States, 1895-1956,” Ruby C Thornton, nara publication title: Manifests of Passengers Arriving in the St. Albans, VT, District through Canadian Pacific and Atlantic Ports, 1895-1954-nara publication number: M1464-nara roll number: 375, https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/XL99-7N5.
name:
Ruby C Thornton
arrival date:
Aug 1919
arrival port:
Detroit, Michigan,
age:
18
estimated birth year:
1901
birth date:
birthplace:
Kent Trinbury,
birth country:
England
gender:
Female
race:
English
name:
Ruby C Thornton
arrival date:
Aug 1919
arrival port:
Detroit, Michigan,
age:
18
estimated birth year:
1901
birth date:
birthplace:
Kent Trinbury,
birth country:
England
gender:
Female
race:
English
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