My grandmother, Eleanore, was born in Seattle, WA.  Her older sister Elvy was born in Sweden though and kept more of the Swedish traditions than my grandma did.

This is a picture of Elvy Bergman from the Seattle Times, August 6, 1934.  Her future husband, Gunnar Kollen, is also in this picture. :)

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Week 3: Cars.  What was your first car? Describe the make, model and color, but also any memories you have of the vehicle. You can also expand on this topic and describe the car(s) your parents drove and any childhood memories attached to it.

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History by Amy Coffin is a series of weekly blogging prompts (one for each week of 2011) that invite genealogists and others to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants. You do not have to be a blogger to participate. If you do not have a genealogy blog, write down your memories on your computer, or simply record them on paper and keep them with your files.

I don’t think I have any pictures of my first car.  It wasn’t anything to brag about. I was thankful to have something of my own to drive though.  I can’t even remember what type of car it was.  It was a 1978 and it was a huge green boat of a car.  It had belonged to my Grandpa, Ed Thompson.  Soon after that,  I began driving another big car, this one a cream-colored 4-door Chevy Nova.  Not super-exciting either.  When I left for the Air Force, I was carless for a couple of  years.  It kept me in shape!

Since I have nothing exciting to write about my own vehicles, I thought that I’d focus this post on my Grandpa Don Sanchez.  He was an auto mechanic and had an obvious love of cars.  The majority of the pictures I have of him include a car.   He had his own mechanic shop for a number of years.  I think that I need to read up on cars a bit – I might have an easier time dating some of these pictures!

I found this picture among these things.  My mom had said that she thought it was the place he owned with his brother, Floyd.   Unfortunately, all I can read of the sign is “ARAGE”.  Not very helpful.:)

In this one though, I can read “Burien Service Associates”.  A clue. There is another small sign behind the car, but I can’t read it.

And this, I believe is one of my Grandpa’s nephews.  I thought the Indian on the car was interesting.

And I wonder where he is in this picture.  Doesn’t it look like he might be on a track or field of some sort.  Those are a lot of steps behind him.

Even though I have no idea what any of them are, I like looking at them!:)

  • Wendy B. - January 18, 2011 - 8:28 pm

    I love this post! I’m going to do one on cars, too. I can’t find a picture of my own first car, but I’m pretty sure I can find one of my sister’s first wheels — an orange and white Ford Pinto that drank oil like it was water.ReplyCancel

  • Jo Graham - January 19, 2011 - 12:31 pm

    I did an “old car” post too as I’ve got some interesting pics from the 1920’s which are much like yours (but in Scotland rather than the US) although I could have written a HUGE post about my own cars! I think your Grandpa and me would have got on well gassing away about cars :-) JoReplyCancel

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This post has nothing to do with my own family history.  I’m just naturally drawn to cemeteries, as many genealogists are.

Bonaventure Cemetery is very beautiful.  The interesting old gravestones and hanging Spanish moss make it different than most.

This particular gravestone, of a little girl named Grace Watson, touched me.

She was only 6 when she died on a pneumonia in 1889.  Her father was the manager of a big hotel and she was a favorite of many of the guests. When a sculptor named John Walz came to town, Grace’s father had this gravestone carved from a photograph of his little girl.

I guess it just gets me, because it’s not often that you can actually “see” the person as you’re walking through the cemetery. Have you ever come across a gravestone like this before?

  • Heather Wilkinson Rojo - January 18, 2011 - 10:48 am

    This is such a poignant grave marker! I’ve never seen one like it. It must have been quite startling to see the first time you came upon it. Thank you for posting this.ReplyCancel

  • Renate - January 18, 2011 - 5:59 pm

    Wow! I’ve never seen anything like that, but I like it! I feel like I just met “Gracie” for real. Thanks for sharing her with us.

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This is a stretch for Madness Monday.  No, he wasn’t crazy, but he was drunk and acting crazy.

I found this in the Omaha World Herald, dated March 3, 1907.

Solomon Madison Hattery was my great-great grandmother’s brother.  He seemed to live a pretty rough life.

STRUCK BY TRAIN

Solomon M. Hattery. Demented or Drunk.  Gets in Way of Illinois Central

Solomon M. Hattery, of 1737 South Seventh street was struck by an Illinois Central passenger going east at 6:30 o’clock last evening.  He stood on Broadway between Sixteenth and Seventeenth and the engineer was right upon him before he was noticed.  Shrill alarm from the whistle had no effect for it struck him and knocked him some distance to one side.  The train was stopped the man picked up and he was conveyed to the depot and from there taken in the ambulance to the new hospital.  There a careful examination disclosed no broken bones and the man was decided to be very much under the influence of liquor.

Hattery was picked up demented last summer and taken to the hospital.  It is said that his wife has left him with the intention of procuring a divorce and that this fact is believed to be responsible in a measure for the condition in which he was found last evening.

  • Jo Graham - January 18, 2011 - 12:00 am

    I wonder how he felt the following day having been struck by a train – it’s a wonder he survived, let alone wasn’t badly injured. Amazing! JoReplyCancel

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This is another Genealogy Bank find.

Theodore F. Sanchez was my great-grandfather. I never met him, because he died before I was born.

The obituary is from the Seattle Times, dated 30 March 1962.

Theodore F. Sanchez

Funeral Services for Theodore F. Sanchez, 89, a retired barber who died in a hospital Wednesday, will be at 1 o’clock tomorrow at the Washington Memorial Funeral Home.  Burial will be in Washington Memorial Park.

Born in Ottumwa, Iowa, Mr. Sanchez came to Seattle 35 years ago.  He resided at 6518 40th Av. S. W.  He formerly was a member of the Odd Fellows Lodge.

Survivors are six daughters, Mrs. James Keene, Mrs. Leonarda Radovich and Mrs. Dwayne Runte, all of Seattle; Peggy Sanchez, St. Paul; Mrs. Clarence C. Hansen, Minneapolis, and Mrs. Arthur Loraas, Wayzata, Minn.; two sons, Theodore F., Jr. South San Francisco, and Donald Sanchez, Lynnwood; a sister, Mrs. Nanny Morgan, Ottumwa, 19 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren.

This death notice was further down on the same page:

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