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Sally Tiffany Call

A life sketch of Susan’s great, great, great, great grandmother, Sally Tiffany Call.  I wish I had a picture of Sally — but I will settle here for a sketch of rural dress in late 18th century America, when she was growing up.

 

Rural dress of late 18th Century America.  I have found no picture of Sally.

Rural dress of late 18th Century America. 

Sarah ‘Sally’ Tiffany was born November 27, 1790, in Cambridge,Vermont to Christopher and Rebecca Ellis Tiffany. That was the year George Washington gave his first State of the Union address, and Mozart wrote his opera, Cosi Fan Tutti. All I know about Sally’s ancestry is that her father was said to be a German immigrant.

 

I do know that Sally herself attended the small school in Cambridge. One of her teachers, who was five years older than she, was a farmer named Cyril Call. Cyril and Sally fell in love, they were married in Cambridge on April 6, 1806, by his father, Joseph Call, who was a Baptist minister.

 

Cyril and Sally made their home in Fletcher, Vermont. Their children born in Vermont were Harvey, Anson, [my great, great, great grandfather] and Salmon. Cyril fought in the War of 1812. During this time, their little boy, Salmon, died.

 

After Cyril returned from war, the family moved to Ohio, near Kirkland, to claim homestead land and develop it into a farm. Ten more children were born in Ohio: Samantha, Fanny, Lucina Josiah, Mary, Sonora Rosaline, Sarah, Melissa and twins Omer and Homer. Sally worked hard to feed, clothe and educate her family.

 

The Call Family was introduced to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in

1830. Cyril became good friends with Joseph Smith, who visited their home often. Our family has stories of how the Prophet rocked the twins Omer and Homer on his knees, and prophesied that my ancestor, Anson, would one day be a great man among the Saints in the Rocky Mountains.

 

Sally and her family eventually followed the Latter-day Saints to Kirkland Ohio, Missouri and Illinois. They were present for much of the persecutions that occurred in the early days of the church.

 

Cyril once faced a mob, who offered to spare his home if he renounced Joseph Smith as a prophet. Sally and Cyril and their children watched their home burned to the ground. They made their beds in a corn field until help arrived.

 

Despite the trials, there were also good times, including helping to build the Nauvoo Temple, and being present for its dedication.

 

But by 1848, conditions in Illinois forced Cyril and Sally and their children to move again, following the Saints to the Salt Lake Valley. They suffered so many of the same hardships and challenges that are repeatedly told of our faithful pioneers in church history. They arrived in the Valley on October 27, 1849. Sally would turn 59 exactly one month later. They met relatives waiting for them at Sessions Settlement, which is now Bountiful, Utah.

 

Sally endured many illnesses and hardships as a result of being constantly driven from one place to another. Yet she was the mother of thirteen healthy children. All but one grew to adulthood. One grandson wrote, “ By day or night, in health or in sickness, she watched with attention to everything.”

 

After the long trek to Utah, Sally’s health was never good. She lived with her daughter, Samantha, who took care of her for the rest of her life. She died on March 15, 1856 at the age of 65.

sally tiffany call grave

 

As you can imagine, I am only one of hundreds, over eight generations of an ever-growing family, who can proudly trace my ancestry to Sally Tiffany Call.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mothers’ Day Tribute to Patricia June Burr Call

No one has written my mother’s life story.  There is almost no one left to write it.  I wish I knew more, so I could tell my daughters and the rest of my family.  I will use the pictures I have and tell what I know.

Patricia June Burr, born 27 May 1926Patricia June Burr was born in Roseburg, Oregon, 27 May 1926 to Harry William Burr, Jr. and Clarice Olive Peter Burr.

Harry holds up little daughter Patricia while Clarice looks on.

Harry holds up little daughter Patricia while Clarice looks on.
Toddler Patricia with her mother, Clarice.

Toddler Patricia with her mother, Clarice.

I think, in these pictures, they still lived in the Roseburg area.

Three-year-old Patricia

Three-year-old Patricia

I love the details in this photo.  Mother was definitely a child of the 1920s.  From her little bobbed hairdo to the shiny patent leather Mary Janes and the Art Deco inspired studio background, this portrait tells of the times.

Patricia with prize fish

Does she make the fish look big, or does the fish make her look small?

You’ll see in a lot of these photos that Mama was a natural poser.  I love how the pant leg that is rolled up is not on the leg that is stuck in the mud.  Her father, Harry Burr, was a great fisherman, and often took his kids.  I’m sure he couldn’t resist showing off how his prize fish compared to the size of his daughter.

The many moods of Patricia, and not at all camera shy

Many moods of Patricia, and not at all camera shy

I can see from this photo I inherited my mother’s hair line and her full lips, but not those delicate eyebrows.  Think I might have gotten just a little of her flair for drama, too, and passed it on?

With younger brother Bill Burr, about 1932

Here’s the first picture I found of Mama with her younger brother, Bill Burr.  My guess is this is about 1932.

Family Portrait of the Burrs, with little Bill mugging for the camera

Family Portrait of the Burrs, with little Bill mugging for the camera

The Burrs in summertime Sunday best, during the 1930s.  Notice Clarice’s spectator pumps, and bias cut dress.

Bill and Patricia pose on a snowy day.

Bill and Patricia pose on a snowy day.

I think Uncle Bill and my mom look like they could have been cast in a Christmas movie musical.  Doesn’t Mama look like a bobbysoxer?  Even if she is wearing those nifty overshoes.  I think Grandpa Burr was as interested in taking a picture of the icicles as he was of photographing his kids!

Clarice, Harry and Patricia campingThe Burrs loved the outdoors.  When they still lived in Roseburg, they often fished and camped along the Umpqua River.

Patricia and Bill Burr with cousins, Shirley and Allen Richards and  unknown others

Patricia and Bill Burr with cousins, Shirley and Allen Richards and unknown others

Here’s a summertime photo, and it looks like it is in Homedale, Idaho.  I recognize my Mom (second from left), her brother Bill, their cousin Shirley Richards (Clarice’s sister Helen’s daughter) barely visible in the back row,  and their cousin Allen Richards, Helen’s son.

Wish I could identify everyone else.  Kushlan cousins, any help?  Is that Johnny Kushlan behind Allen?  I wouldn’t have expected him in the picture while Bill was so young, but I don’t really know the timing of those family events.  And who are the other three?  More family?

Bill and Patricia with their dog, Mickey

Bill and Patricia with their dog, Mickey

Another one of those pictures that looks like it comes from a Hollywood movie.  The girl next door, her little brother and their dog.

Patricia and Mickey

Patricia, Mickey and an unknown Cat

I’ve been looking at this picture for over 50 years, and it wasn’t until I blew it up big enough to see on the screen, that I noticed Mama is also petting a cat!

Patricia and a puppyAnd just for good measure, here’s a puppy.   Does it look like Mama is wearing someone’s letterman’s sweater?  I guess I’ll never know.

Patricia on the school steps

Schoolgirl pose

Patricia clowns with the Drama Club

Patricia clowns with the Drama Club

I know Mama was in a play in high school, and this is a cast photo.  From what I remember hearing about this photo,  the couple in the center of the front row were the lead in the play, and Mama and the boy she is clowning with to the left were in comic supporting roles.

Patricia Burr and cousin Shirley Richards

Patricia Burr and cousin Shirley Richards

How about these darling dresses and 1940s hairstyles?

Shirley and Patricia look like cover girls

Shirley and Patricia look like cover girls!

June Allyson and Deanna Durbin in a movie poster?  No, it’s Shirley Richards and Patricia Burr of Homedale, Idaho.

Patricia, William A. Burr, Jr and other family in California 1942

Patricia, William A. Burr, Jr and other family in California 1942

I just found out this year, interviewing my dad, that after the US went to war following the December 1941 attack on Pearl Harbor, Jehovah’s Witnesses were persecuted in Mama’s home town in Idaho, because they refused to salute the US flag.    Mama was a high school student, but she moved to California and lived with her Uncle Bill, Harry’s little brother.  They are the two kneeling in the front.  I think, but I am not sure, that the couple standing on the left are Harry’s sister Mae and her husband.  There is no one left who can name the other people.  Anyone have any clues?

Table tennis, anyone?

Table tennis, anyone?

I love this photo of Mama, because it reminds me of how athletic she was as a young woman.  Dig that California tan!

The Graduate

The Graduate

Mama returned to Homedale in time to graduate.

Mama rocking the tomboy look.

Mama rocking the tomboy look.

I love how she made a baseball cap, pedal pushers and bobby socks in sneakers look feminine.

Patricia and Kay triple dating in 1940s

Patricia and Kay triple dating in 1940s

Is it any wonder why my parents (the couple on the left) fell in love?  I think Dad looks like John Wayne in this picture.  And Mom — looks like a million bucks.

Johnny and Shirley Kushlan

Johnny and Shirley Kushlan

And this would be the right time to let you see the hunk mom’s cousin Shirley fell in love with and married.  Dig that leather jacket.  And is that a Texaco Star on his cap?  I love this photo.

Patricia and Kay wedding cake

The classic Wedding Cake photo…

Patricia and Kay just married car…and the “just married” get-away car shot.

Patricia as Mother

Patricia with her first daughter, Kathleen

Patricia with her first daughter, Kathleen

I think Kathy is about 11 months old here.  It’s the earliest photo I have of Mama and her.  But you can see how proud Patricia is to be a mother.

Kathleen with Uncle Bill Burr

Kathleen with Uncle Bill Burr

By 1949, baby brother Bill is all grown up, and loves his little niece, Kathy.

Bill Burr and neice Kathleen CallI love this picture of my Uncle Bill and my sister Kathy.  We would call her a “special needs” child today.  She was a beautiful blonde, with a gift for music, inherited from my Dad — which you would know, if you ever heard my mom sing.

Kathleeen and Kay 1949

Susan, Patricia and Kathy

Susan, Patricia and Kathy

I was born five years after Kathy.  Here we are with Mom, on an outing in the Oregon mountains.

Susan, Patricia and Kathleen in 1954 facing cameraI like to think Mama is holding me up proudly to the camera.

Kay, Pat and Nancy 1955

Mom and Dad’s third daughter, Nancy Kay, was born in March of 1955.

Kathy, Pat, Nancy, Susan Summer 1955 I just barely remember these days.  I have a few pictures of Mama with the new baby, and me having to be a big girl and give up my bottle.

Susan, Nancy, Kathy Christmas 1955 tea sets and dollNow, this I do remember.  Kathy and I each got a tea set, and new dollies.

Patricia fixing 1 yr old Nancys hair 1956This is probably around Nancy’s first birthday.  Around this time, Mama was baptized into the church my Dad had grown up in, and we became a Mormon family.

Kathleen, Susan and Nancy 1960 w Round Butte, JeffersonI can only imagine what it took to get the three of us ready for church and there on time every Sunday.  For one thing, it took lots of bobby pins.

Idaho Falls TempleOur family was sealed in the Idaho Falls temple less than a year before little Nancy was struck by a car and killed.  She was a beautiful, loving child, and every time I read about how one must become as a little child to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, I think of my little sister as an example.

Susan, Joyce, Patricia, Kathy, Kay, Reuben Funeral 1961

Myself (Susan), my father’s sister Joyce, Mom, Kathy, Dad and his father Reuben at Nancy’s funeral.  I thought about straightening this photo, but it seems right to have it off kilter.  That point in time shifted our family dynamic.  My mother had already started showing signs of the chronic, progressive brain damage that would take her life thirteen years later.  She was never the same after this day.

I don’t have pictures of Mama after this. I realize now that she didn’t want to be photographed as her body deteriorated, and we obliged her.

I have memories of her, though. She suffered long and terribly.  But she continued to love.  She loved music, she loved watching baseball, ice skating and anything that would make her laugh.  But most of all, she loved her family, and told us so as long as she could speak.

I learned that communicating is not dependent on words, it’s a spiritual connection.  Learning that was a gift from my mother’s suffering.

Patricia w swanI love you, Mom.  I have felt you near me, when I needed you most.  We will meet again, “on that beautiful shore.”

I hope this has given the people I love a better picture of the wonderful woman who was and is my mother.

 

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Kay D. Call and Second Chances: New Family

A wonderful chapter in Dad’s life began when he met Muriel McHugh.

Muriel and Kay Call

Muriel and Kay Call

In 1983, Kay D. Call went to a single adults function in Redmond, Oregon.  Muriel McHugh was reporting on the LDS mission to New York City she had just returned from.  Dad was impressed, and wrote down her name, as he heard it.  It took him a while to find her, because there wasn’t a “McCue” in the the phone book. But fortunately, they did get together, and as Dad says, “We dated for several months and we married on August 30, 1985 in the Boise Temple.”

Wedding Day 1985 Boise, Idaho Temple

Wedding Day 1985 Boise, Idaho Temple

Can you tell how happy they are here?

Married for Eternity

Married for Eternity

Grandma Muriel  shows her new ring to admiring grandchildren.

Grandma Muriel shows her new ring to admiring grandchildren.

Oh!  Speaking of Grandchildren, did I mention that by marrying Muriel, Dad got a ready-made family?  Muriel’s six children, their spouses and children, and it goes on an on until this day.

Muriel and Kay with several grandkids on the Boise Temple grounds on their wedding day

Muriel and Kay with several grandkids on the Boise Temple grounds on their wedding day

Here’s how a few of the grandkids looked in 1985.

Meanwhile, Back at the Old Family….

Dad’s mother and Father, who had been living in Metolius for years, had moved to central Idaho to be near Dad’s sister Leda.

Reuben and Mona Call, around 1976, when they lived in Central Oregon

Reuben and Mona Call, around 1976, when they lived in Central Oregon

Early in 1986, Dad’s mother, Mona, died.  She had been ill for a long time, and I had watched Grandpa care so tenderly for her, in a way that reminded me of the tender care my Dad had given my Mom for so many years.

In July of 1986, my younger daughter, Julia Christine was born.  Dad drove with my sister Kathy from Metolius to Salt Lake City to greet the little red haired baby girl.

Grandpa Kay comforts newborn Julia Christine

Grandpa Kay comforts newborn Julia Christine

Things seem to be going a little better, thanks to Grandpa

Things seem to be going a little better, thanks to Grandpa

And Aunt Kathy has the knack, too

And Aunt Kathy has the knack, too

The Metolius, Oregon Home

Dad writes about the home he made with Muriel, “Muriel and I lived in Metolius for 18 years.  We had a nice sized home and a large yard which included my vegetable garden which kept me busy and supplied us and many of our friends and neighbors.  There were more than 30 trees and a huge lawn.  I build two sheds to hold miscellaneous garden and other storage items.”

One of those sheds, with a little wood put by for the wood stove.

One of those sheds, with a little wood put by for the wood stove.

“Muriel was in charge of the flower beds, of which we had many.”

Rock-garden flower beds, with  Dad's vegetable garden in the back, and growing grandchildren in the mix

Rock-garden flower beds, with Dad’s vegetable garden in the back, and growing grandchildren in the mix

“We had a deck built across the back of our house where we could sit and enjoy the peace and queit and beauty of our yard and enjoy the company of our family and friends.”

Four-year-old Julia enjoys the back yard and the path from the deck

Four-year-old Julia enjoys the back yard and the path from the deck

Our daughters had the opportunity to visit Grandpa Kay and Grandma Muriel a few times.  Fortunately, it was always in the summer.  I love these pictures Muriel took of Dad and my girls at the coast.

Julia, Kay and Linda picnic at the Oregon Coast

Julia, Kay and Linda picnic at the Oregon Coast

Dad manages to exercise and recline at the same time!

Dad manages to exercise and recline at the same time!

Building sandcastles with Julia

Building sandcastles with Julia

Linda and Julia get the hang of sandcastle building, and pose for Grandma

Linda and Julia get the hang of sandcastle building, and pose for Grandma

You'd think Julia and Linda were getting along!  Well, with Grandma and Grandpa, I hear they did.

You’d think Julia and Linda were getting along! Well, with Grandma and Grandpa, I hear they did.

Grandpa Kay in Oregon with just a couple of his other grandchildren

Rylie and Shea are just a couple of the other grandchildren Kay loved to have around

Dealing with Loss Again

Kathy’s illness had been getting progressively worse.  My father watched her motor skills deteriorate, and testing confirmed his fear:  in addition to her cerebral palsy, she had inherited our mother’s disease, which led to the chronic, progressive deterioration of her central nervous system. Dad writes, “She was very brave, and never complained about her health.”  She passed away in a nursing home in  January of 1994.  His father, Reuben, had died in 1990.

Move to Pocatello

Dad wrote in his life history, “In 2001 we finally realized the yard work was too much for us, so we had a home built in Pocatello [Chubbuck] where four of Muriel’s children (and many grandchildren) live.  It was hard for us to give up our home and friends in Oregon, but our yard is much smaller here and we are again busy with Church activities.  Muriel’s daughter, Terrilee, lives next door and has been a great help to us.  We love having her colse to watch over us.”  

Terrilee is the daughter in the middle.  Her son is the college gradudate, and Muriel and Dad are the proud grandparents

Terrilee is the daughter in the middle. Her son is the college gradudate, and Muriel and Dad are the proud grandparents

The above picture was probably taken before they moved to Chubbuck, but it’s the only picture I have of Terrilee. (Except for her baby pictures, which I’m afraid belong in a different post!)

Collin, Diane, Muriel and Kay.

Collin, Diane, Muriel and Kay.

I can’t tell you when or where this picture of Collin and Diane was taken with Muriel and Dad.  Collin?  Diane?  Let me know in the comments!

Muriel and Kay, Christmas 2004 -- In their 20th year of marriage

Muriel and Kay, Christmas 2001

In June of 2003, Julia and Linda visit Grandpa and Grandma Call in the Chubbuck badk yard

In June of 2003, Julia and Linda visit Grandpa and Grandma Call in the Chubbuck back yard

Muriel, Julia, Linda and Susan on the same trip -- My 50th birthday

Muriel, Julia, Linda, Susan and Kay on the same trip — My 50th birthday

Kay and Muriel display a present for Grandma's birthday, July 2003

Kay and Muriel display a present for Grandma’s birthday, July 2003

Birthday Cake for Muriel, July 2003

Birthday Cake for Muriel, July 2003

Help me, McHughs -- is this a family reunion?

Help me, McHughs — is this a family reunion?

Surely this is a family reunion!

Surely this is a family reunion!

Anybody who wants to be identified, leave a comment and give me the data!

This one was captioned, "Boy, did Kay love those pancakes!"

This one was captioned, “Boy, did Kay love those pancakes!”

To the right, you can see Burt and Kelly Peterson, and more of the family.

Dad at home in Chubbuck.  Where Muriel was, was his home.

Dad at home in Chubbuck. Where Muriel was, was his home.

KD and Muriel Call new home in Chubbuck

Kay, Bishop Fred Zundel and Muriel at a Paradise Ward Dinner, not long before Muriel's passing

Kay, Bishop Fred Zundel and Muriel at a Paradise Ward Dinner, not long before Muriel’s passing

Kay and Muriel at Paradise Ward Dinner Christmas 2010 or Jan 2011

The writing on the back of these photos says, “Spaghetti dinner fundraiser – January 2011”  I was confused by the “Christmas Decorations” in the background, but then I realized that there is a silent auction at these fundraisers, and someone might have donated Christmas decorations.

In any case, this is one of the last photos we have of Dad and Muriel together.  In March 2011, just before my Dad’s 86th birthday, Muriel passed away.

I was overwhelmed at the funeral by the love the family showed for my father.  It was not until then, that I realized they were my family, too.

The Prodigal Daughter

My husband Marc and I have come to make our home with Dad in Chubbuck.  We have only been here four months, but Dad has opened his heart and home to help us and it is a joy to be with him.

Son-in-law Marc Hutchison and Kay D. Call at Paradise Ward

Son-in-law Marc Hutchison and Kay D. Call at Paradise Ward

Dad is beloved “Brother Call” to everyone in the Paradise Ward in Chubbuck.  The outpouring of affection from family and friends — especially old friends of mine from Oregon who remember my wonderful father — has made this a happy birthday for him.

I wanted this tribute to him, these four posts on the four Sundays in March, to be his birthday present from me to him.  But it has been much more a gift to me.  It has been a joy to share these pictures, and to interview him about his life before I came into it.

To all of Kay D. Call’s loved ones, please enjoy.  And please leave comments!

 

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Kay D. Call: Post War School Days

THE GI BILL

After WWII, the GI Bill made it possible for veterans like my father to go to college. To an Idaho farmboy, this was a true opportunity. He started school at the College of Idaho in the fall of 1946. Dad and mom married 8 June 1947, and their first daughter, Kathleen Diane Call was born 6 April 1948.

Kay D Call Graduated College of Idaho 1950

Dad graduated from the College of Idaho in 1950 with a major in economics. During college, he worked for Sears, and had planned to go into their manager-training program. Dad writes, “Then in my senior year I changed my mind and planned to go into education. I went to summer school and accepted a position as a 6th grade teacher at Homedale. I taught there for two years.”

Here’s the first picture I have of him with Kathy. It’s on her 4th Birthday, Palm Sunday that year. KDCall and Daughter Kathy 4th Birthday prob Easter, 1952

Dad wrote in his life story, “When Kathy was born, she was diagnosed with a mild case of cerebral palsy. She was born breech and it was a very difficult birth. She had a difficult time in school. Her reflexes were poor and it was difficult for her to learn. She loved sports and was disappointed that she could not do well in them.”

CENTRAL OREGON

In 1952, Dad, Mom and Kathy moved to Culver, Oregon, where Dad had accepted a position teaching 4th grade. He taught in Culver for only a year.

I was born in June of 1953, just after school was out.

Patricia, Kathy, Susan and Kay D Call in 1955
Patricia, Kathy, Susan and Kay D Call in 1955

Patricia, Kathy, Susan and Kay D Call in 1955

Dad began teaching the next year in Metolius, 6th and 7th grades, and drove the school bus.

KDCall teaching Metolius Pendleton plaid jacketI asked Dad if this was a picture of him at Culver, and he said, “No, it had to have been Metolius, because I recognize that kid looking around the corner. He’s a Zemke.”

Susan, Patricia, Nancy and Kathy Call March 1955 perhaps Easter

Susan, Patricia, Nancy and Kathy Call March 1955 perhaps Easter

Dad writes this telling line in his life story, after mentioning my birth and Nancy’s in 1955″ “Their mother’s health was getting progressively worse as they grew up, but she did the best she could to be a good mother.”

I think this is an Easter photo, because of the bonnets. Nancy was born on March 17th and Easter was on April 10th that year. The Seth Thomas Clock on the mahogany shelf in the background was my Mother’s pride and joy. I can still feel what it felt like to set the hands and wind the key, and I can still hear the chimes sounding on the half hour and the hour.

Susan stands on her little red chair to help her daddy wash dishes.

Susan stands on her little red chair to help her Daddy.

My first memories were of the house we lived in in Madras, before we moved to our first house in Metolius. It was in Madras we got our first television set, and I remember the first show I saw: Mighty Mouse. “Here I come to save the day…”

We moved to Metolius in 1956. My mother’s brother Bill married Joanne Skinner about that time, and they lived in Culver, about four miles away from our home. My mother loved having her brother so near, and my Dad became great friends with Bill and Joanne.

Kay D Call and Bill Burr with Nancy Call in mountains of Central Oregon about 1958

KDCall, daughter Nancy and Brother-in-law Bill Burr Central Oregon

Kay D Call and Bill Burr sporting beards for the Oregon Centennial, 1959

Kay D Call and Bill Burr sporting beards for the Oregon Centennial, 1959

Sedan and KDCalls Station Wagon in front of old Metolius house c 1961

These shots were obviously designed to show the sedan and station wagon in front of our first Metolius house. I don’t think the sedan was Bill’s — I remember his car was a two-tone 53 Chevy Bel Air — ours was the Ford station wagon. The sedan might have been Grandpa Burr’s.

I loved that old weeping willow in our front yard. I remember Dad making me a whistle one year, in the springtime, when the sap was running in the willow, and he showed me how the bark slipped right off the section of the branch he was carving the whistle from. I never see a willow without thinking back to that tree.

Kay D Call and family June 1958

Kay D Call and family June 1958

The writing on the back of this photo says it was taken the day before my 5th birthday.  Since we usually traveled to Idaho to visit Dad and Mom’s parents, and because I don’t remember this setting, I think this is from a “vacation” photo that year.

In the 1960-61 school year, Dad was made principal of Metolius Elementary. So he no longer drove a school bus, but he did coach basketball.

Dad coached "Jr. Varsity" basketball at Metolius Elementary

Dad coached “Jr. Varsity” basketball at Metolius Elementary

Kay D Call not only taught 8th Grade in 1961, he was the principal and coached Jr. Varsity Basketball!

What a bench!

By 1960, Dad not only taught 8th Grade at Metolius Elementary School, he was the Principal. And he coached Jr. Varsity basketball, to boot.

Kay, Pat, Kathy, Nancy, Susan, Bill and Andrea

Mom’s brother Bill and his family still lived close by, and we spent a lot of time together.

Susan, Nancy and Kay at the swing set Daddy made for the back yard.

Susan, Nancy and Kay at the swing set Daddy made for the back yard.

In the summer of 1961, our family took the long trip to Idaho Falls to be sealed in the LDS Temple.Idaho Falls Temple

Kathy was 13, I was 8 and Nancy was 6. I had just been baptized, by my father, right after I finished second grade. That summer, Nancy prepared to start school.

Cousins Andrea, Susan, Marty, Kathy, Tamera Alison and Nancy

Cousins Andrea, Susan, Marty, Kathy, Tamera Alison and Nancy by Grandma and Grandpa Burr’s camping trailer

By this time, Bill and Joanne Burr had four children, and our two families spent quite a lot of time together.

In October of 1961, Nancy was walking home from school, eager to show Mom the new reader her first grade teacher had finally let her take home. She was struck by a car on the old Culver highway, and died a few minutes later. Someone had seen the accident, called my father, and he was with her when she died.

Nancy's Funeral.  The family outside the Metolius Friends' Church October 1961

Nancy’s Funeral. The family outside the Metolius Friends’ Church October 1961

This is Dad and Mom, Kathy and me with Grandpa and Grandma Burr the day of Nancy’s funeral.  Dad writes, “After Nancy’s death, Patricia’s parents came to live with us to help take care of Pat.  We had our good times and bad times, but I will always be grateful to Mrs. Burr for the help she was to Pat and our family.”

TIME MARCHES ON…

Kay D. Call School Portraits through the years

Kay D. Call School Portraits through the years

Here’s how dad describes his history as an educator after he became principal at Metolius in 1961.  “When we consolidated with Madras and Warm Springs, I became principal of Buff Elementary in Madras and the Metolius School, which position I held for four years.  I was then principal of just Buff for five years.  I was then given the Metolius School in addition to Buff until 1979 at which time I had just Buff and was there until my retirement in 1984.”

Kay D Call embraces his resemblance to western movie star John Wayne

Kay D Call embraces his resemblance to western movie star John Wayne

Dad tells me the above photo was taken as part of a reading promotion.  The student who read the most books got this portrait of Mr. Call, posing as a western hero.

Campfire at Outdoor School, where Dad's camp name was "Tyee"

Campfire at Outdoor School, where Dad’s camp name was “Tyee”

I’m sorry this photo didn’t scan well, but I didn’t take it out of it’s frame.  This is only part of a very cool double exposure of a campfire at Camp Tamarack, in the Cascade Mountains, where Jefferson County School District held an outdoor school program for years.  High School students got to be counselors to sixth graders, who got some practical outdoor skills in maps and compasses, forestry, water testing, weather recording and prediction, hiking, crafts, and of course, CAMPFIRE — complete with songs and skits.  Dad was very involved.  I would say he was in charge, as it was his sixth graders that got the experience.  The highlight of every year was a Story Teller from the Warm Springs Tribe who would share native legends of Central Oregon.

In 1974, my mother, Patricia Call died after a long and painful degenerative illness.  We had all shared in taking care of her — husband, daughters, parents.  I was 21, and spent a year home from college, helping during that last year.

When I decided I wanted to serve an LDS mission, Dad was super supportive.  He somehow worked out how he could send me enough money each month to live on, and I received my call to the Japan, Nagoya Mission in 1975.

Kay and Daughter Susan reading scriptures

Kay and Daughter Susan reading scriptures

Family Home Evening with Grandma and Grandpa Call before Susan's Mission

Family Home Evening with Grandma and Grandpa Call before Susan’s Mission

In the 1970’s, Dad’s parents had moved to Oregon to be near us.  We attended church together, and held Family Home Evening weekly.  This is a posed photo, to take to Japan on my mission.

Daughter Susan and Kay D Call in Honolulu at the end of Susan's LDS mission

Daughter Susan and Kay D Call in Honolulu at the end of Susan’s LDS mission

Dad came to Hawaii to fly home with me in 1976.  I had spent almost a month in a Japanese hospital, had been transferred to Hawaii, and then received a medical release.

Reuben, Kay, Mona and Kathy Call the summer of 1976

Reuben, Kay, Mona and Kathy Call the summer of 1976

KDCall and daughter Kathy Provo Temple 16 Dec 78Kathy, Kay, Susan and Marc wedding day ProvoIn December of 1978, Dad and Kathy came to Provo for my wedding to Marc.  Marc and I came up to Oregon Christmas week for a wedding reception in my home town.

Kay Kathy Marc Susan Reuben and Mona 23 Dec 78 Metolius Oregon

Kay D Call hams it up at daughter Susan's wedding reception

Kay D Call hams it up at daughter Susan’s wedding reception

This is one of the fun photos arranged by friend Sharon Mitchell the night of the reception.  If there were tears, they were tears of joy (and relief) that I had found a husband.

Kay D Call sings "Teddy Bear" to his first grandchild

Kay D Call sings “Teddy Bear” to his first grandchild

And next year he was thrilled to come to Price, Utah, to see his first grandchild, Linda Ann Hutchison.  I had sewn that little Teddy Bear for her while I was waiting for her to arrive, and Dad was making it dance to a little rhyming song.

KDCall plays with Linda Metolius April 1980

Six months later, we showed up in Oregon, to visit Grandpa.KDCall holds Linda on stomach Metolius 80

And he rolled out the red carpet, so to speak, for his little granddaughter.KDCall bathes 6mo Linda in Kitchen Sink Metolius

Linda was always completely at home with him.KDCall snuggles Linda April 80 MetoliusAnd she lit up his life.

RETIREMENT AND…

Kathy and Kay at his retirement program 1984

In 1984, Dad was honored at a retirement dinner.  Here he is with Kathy, laughing at a skit about the confusion his name has caused.   He had spent 34 years as an educator in Idaho and Oregon.  He was beloved by his students, his faculty and staff.

Next week, we will wrap up the celebration of Dad’s 88th Birthday, by taking up the amazing chapter in his life that followed his retirement.  Here’s a hint from Dad’s life story:

I had just about made up my mind that I would never find anyone I cared to marry and that I would remain single for the rest of my life.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

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WWII Memories of Kay D. Call

Teenager in War Time

My dad, Kay D. Call, was a junior in high school when the U.S. went to war in 1941.

He had gone to 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th grade in Wilder, Idaho.  His father Reuben and mother Mona had tried for four years to make a go of a very poor farm located in Fargo Valley, a few miles southwest of Wilder.  “Irrigation was often a nightmare,” Dad says in his life history. (And one day you will be able to link to that, when I get it typed up.)

The family attended church in Homedale, as Wilder did not have an LDS church.  One summer their car broke down, and that meant walking four miles to and from Church.

Kay D Call, Charles and Chuck Swigert near Homedale

Kay D Call with Carl and Charles Swigert, Boyhood and Lifelong Friends from Idaho

It was while we lived near Wilder that I became friends with Charles Swigert.  He and his family have been lifelong friends,” Dad wrote.

Wallet photo of Chuck

Chuck Swigert in 1943 Photo Dad Carried in His Wallet

“In 1941, we gave up the farm in Fargo Valley and moved to an 80 acre farm five miles southwest of Homedale…My older sister Leda married a fine young man, Jay Anderson, in 1940.  Jay joined the Church when we lived in Wilder.  I had the privilege of baptizing him.  This was done at Sucker Creek Canyon at the falls.”

“During my senior year,(1942-43) [in Homedale] four of five of us senior boys got the idea that we wanted to join the Navy.  As it was right in the middle of WWII we had no trouble finding a Navy recruiter to take us to Boise to sign us up.  We had our physicals and had even been sworn in when it was discovered that the two Navy recruiters had been recruiting out of their assigned territory.  The onew who should have signed us up were very angry and there was a real problem.  The final result was that the officer in charge gave us our choice of staying or going home.  We were glad to have a second chance and went home.

Off to War

“It wasn’t until after we graduated that we joined the service.  Frank Matteson and I joined the Army Air Corps in October of 1943 and were put on active service November 30, 1943.  We were sent to Buckley Field in Colorado for basic training and tests.  Kay D. Call in front of WWII tentAfter basic training I was sent to Souix Falls, South Dakota for training as a radio operator.  From thee I was sent to Yuma, Arizona to gunnery school.  After gunnery school I went to Muroc Army Base in California for training on B-24 Liberator Bombers.”

Dad continues, “While I was at Buckley, my parents had a bad automobile accident and I was sent home on emergency leave.  They were both in the hospital for some time and Dad was unable to farm, but I could not get a discharge or extended leave.”

An Unexpected Leave

Farmers and Teams of Horses, with one tractor used to get crops in in 1943

Homedale, Idaho Farmers and LDS Ward Members Helped Get the Crops in That Year

Leda’s husband, Jay ran the farm for a short time, and the farmers and LDS ward members around Homedale pitched in and made sure Reuben and Mona’s crops got planted that year.

Jay Anderson, Dad's Brother-in-Law and Close Friend is second from the left in front

Jay Anderson, Dad’s Brother-in-Law and Close Friend is second from the left in front

And of course, the Ladies pitched in, and made sure everyone who got the crops in, got fed.

Kay's sister Leda Anderson is at the left with her daughter

Kay’s sister Leda Anderson is at the left with her Daughter

It was during this emergency leave that Patricia Burr let Dad know that she had her eye on him.  Dad was so modest, he could never understand why a girl as lovely as Pat would even look twice at him.  But it’s obvious to me.

Patricia Burr, before she became Mrs. Kay D. Call

Patricia Burr, before she became Mrs. Kay D. Call

This photo was probably taken after the War, but it gives you the idea of why Dad was so smitten, and wrote to her until he came home.

A Member of B-24 Crew 204, United States Army Air Corps

Meanwhile, World War II was raging, and Dad had to go back to the Army and catch up on the training he had missed.

After gunnery training, Dad was assigned to a B-24  crew. 

Enlisted Men of B-24 Crew 204

Enlisted Men of Crew 204

Dad writes, “We then went to Muroc for our flight training.  Our crew was made up of: Pilot, Vermon Mattingly; Co-Pilot Roy McCarther, Navigator, Richard Page; Bombadier, _Benhart, Crew Chief and Top Turret gunner, Mike Sietsinger; Nose Gunner, Henry Kury; Ball Gunner, Charles Merrick; Tail Gunner Leonard Shelton; Armour and Waist Gunner, Evan McCreary, Radio Operator and Waist Gunner, Kay D. Call.”

“When we were sent overseas we went by ship to Hawaii.  Be were at Barking Sands Air Base for about three or four months, I remember.  Be then flew to Biak, New Guinea, stopping at Canton Island, Tarawa, Los Negros and maybe some other islands.”

 

The war had ended  while we were in Hawaii but because the wheels of government turn so slowly and because we were scheduled to be an attack force against Japan, we were sent on to the Far East and it was another five months or so before we could go home.

While we were in New Guinea we were assigned to fly B-24s to the Philippines.  

Dad was a Radio Operator and Waist Gunner on a B-24 Bomber

Dad was a Radio Operator and Waist Gunner on a B-24 Bomber

We were stationed at Kadenia Air Strip in Okinawa most of the time.  We were assigned to the 6th Emergency Air-Sea Rescue Squadron and stayed in that until we were sent home in March of 1946.”

Lt. V. M. Mattingly

Lt. V. M Mattingly, Pilot  of Crew 204 Okinawa, 20 Nov 1945

Mike Sietsinger, Engineer, Crew Chief and Top Turret Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Mike Sietsinger, Engineer, Crew Chief and Top Turret Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Henry "Junior" Kury, Nose Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Henry “Junior” Kury, Nose Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Charles Merrick, Ball Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Charles Merrick, Ball Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Leonard "Okie" Shelton, Tail Gunner, Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Leonard “Okie” Shelton, Tail Gunner, Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Evan McCreery, Waist Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Evan McCreery, Waist Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa 1945

Kay D. Call, Radio Operator and Waist Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa Nov 20, 1945

Kay D. Call, Radio Operator and Waist Gunner Crew 204, Okinawa Nov 20, 1945

WWII Currency: Sample of dozens of bills saved by Kay D. Call

WWII Currency: Sample of dozens of bills saved by Kay D. Call

oOo

Stationed on Okinawa, Latter-day Saint Soldier’s Choir

The LDS Servicemen Choir, Okinawa 1945

Naturally, the Latter-day Saint Servicemen would have a Choir, even in Okinawa 1945.  Recognize Dad?

LDS Servicemen's Choir sing a Christmas Concert

This looks like a Christmas Concert.  Dad is framed by the Conductor’s hands.

I would love to know who the other men in this photo are.  Maybe someone will search for “LDS Servicemen in Okinawa 1945” and find a picture of their Dad or Grandpa.  Here’s a photo Dad labeled as “LDS Choir, Okinawa.”

The LDS Choir poses for a group photo in 1945 Okinawa

The LDS Choir poses for a group photo in 1945 Okinawa

I do know that one of Dad’s LDS friends was Roger Critchlow. I’ve heard him talk about him, and that they were friends after they returned to America.  Roger lived in Ogden, and Dad stayed with him once when he went down to Salt Lake City for General Conference.

This picture is the best clue to the others:  It’s one photo Dad wrote names on the back of.  And I suspect it’s some of the guys in the choir.

KDCall Okinaw w Roger B Critchlow, Hugh Lynn Brown, DeWayne Falk, Dallas Duffin

Roger B Critchlow,  Kay D. Call, Hugh Lynn Brown, DeWayne Falk, Dallas Duffin in Okinawa 1945

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Home from the War

Kay D. Call Happy to be Home in Idaho, 1946

Kay D. Call Happy to be Home in Idaho, 1946

Dad returned to Idaho, and Mom was waiting.  I love this photo of them.  Dad did, too, because this is the photo he chose to carry in his wallet of Mama.  I remember when she died in 1974, he took out his wallet and showed me.  I remember thinking, that this is how she will look the next time they meet.

Kay D. Call and Patricia Burr reunited in 1946

Kay D. Call and Patricia Burr reunited in 1946

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Posted by on March 17, 2013 in Kay D. Call's Family

 

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With His 88th Birthday Coming Up, It’s Time to Celebrate Kay D. Call

KDCall and Patricia June Burr c 1947How’s this for a romantic afternoon?  Kay D. Call and Patricia June Burr in Homedale, Idaho, 1946

I interviewed my dad about this picture.

Kay:  This must have been in Homedale, because that’s where we courted.  Probably about 1946.  That dog, she called “Tippy,” I think.  He was half coyote.

Susan:  Did you meet her after you got home from WWII?

Half the photo of the night out with Frank Madsen.  Frank and his date are sitting across the table.

Half the photo of the night out with Frank Matteson. Frank and his date are sitting across the table.

Kay:  No, I met her before I left.  We didn’t date, but one night Frank Matteson was there with his girlfriend, and for some reason Patty was there.

Susan:  Do you think it was because she had her eye on you?

Kay:  Yes, I do, because when I came back when Dad and Mom [Reuben and Mona Call] were in a serious car accident, [the army gave him two weeks to come and look after the farm while his parents were in the hospital – but he had to get back to his unit and catch up with the training he had missed] she wrote me a letter and said she’d like to get to know me.

So we dated a little during that two weeks, and then we wrote to each other until I got back from over seas.

The first time I saw her, she had long, straight, black hair down her back, and she was tan, from having lived in California.  I didn’t say anything to her.

Susan:  But you noticed her?

Kay:  Oh, yes!  I noticed her!

Patricia June Burr married Kay D. Call 8 June 1947
Bride Patricia June Burr and groom Kay D. Call were married on 8 June 1947 in Homedale, Idaho.  The bride wore pale green, and wore orange blossoms in her hair.  Dad was 22 and Mom was 21.

Below, the traditional three-tiered wedding cake, and the classic pose of the bride and groom cutting the first slice.

Bride Patricia and Groom Kay CallSusan, Patricia, Nancy and Kathy Call March 1955 perhaps EasterBy Easter 1955, Dad’s family had grown to include three daughters.  From left to right, Susan Gail, Nancy Kay (in her mother’s arms) and Kathleen Diane.  Kathy was born April 6, 1948.  Susan was born June 6 1953 and Nancy was born March 17, 1955.  Easter was on April 10th this year, so Nancy is less than a month old.  Of course I can’t prove this was Easter Sunday, but the bonnets and Kathy’s gloves are a give-away.  Mama loved dressing her girls up for Easter Sunday, and Dad almost certainly took this picture.

KDCall in family picture Homedale Idaho c 1956This is a picture of Kay with most of the in-laws.  Ida and Ted Burr, Joanne and Bill Burr, Kathy in front of Harry and Clarice Burr, Kay (holding Susan) and Pat Call, Helen Richards, Shirley and Johnny Kushlan and their daughters Sherrie, Lynn, Debbie and Karen (from left to right, starting with Sherrie on the horse.)

Harry and Clarice Burr are Patricia’s parents.  Ted is Harry’s brother, from Roseburg, Oregon.  His wife Ida was originally from Maine, and I can’t remember her maiden name. (Joanne, can you help?) Bill Burr was Patricia’s younger brother.  At first I thought that this was a picture of the family that got together for Bill and Joanne’s wedding.  But I remember being about three years old that summer.  Joanne’s maiden name was Skinner.  Helen Richards was Clarice Burr’s sister.  She was married to Cecil Richards, and I think Cecil must have taken the picture.  I believe this is their home the group is standing in front of.  [update:  the house is Johnny and Shirley Kushlan’s.] Shirley is Helen’s daughter, so all the Kushlan girls are my second cousins.  Helen and Cecil’s son, Alan Richards was married to Lois, and their two daughters were Janice and Marsha.  They are not in the photo.

Kay, Pat, Susan and Kathy Call Looks like this must be the same day.  I’m just toddling, so this makes me think it had to be about 1954, before Bill and Joanne were married.  Anybody out there know?  The best clue is all the Kushlan girls.  They should be able to tell what year this was.

I probably won’t get everything posted today.  But it sure has been fun sorting through the pictures I have of Dad, scanning them and thinking of a way to present them.  And wouldn’t you know it, just when I was wondering, “Is this all I have?” my husband opened Dad’s garden shed looking for some gloves, and we found a suitcase labeled, “Kay’s Photos.”  Guess what I’ll be doing next week! 

I’m going to link this to Facebook, and I would love to hear comments from family and friends!

 
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Posted by on March 10, 2013 in Kay D. Call's Family

 

If One Picture is Worth a Thousand Words….

Then what is my collection of family photos worth?

Some would say the collection is priceless.  Some would say it’s not worth much, especially if it’s stored away in boxes, without labels, maybe never to come to light until after there is no one left who can remember what great grandma said about when and where that family portrait was taken, and who the little boy in the sailor suit was.

So while I still remember the stories connected to my photos, I’ll scan and post them, and tell the stories for whoever wants to know.

Marcs Mothers Mother Blanch Yengst (Jones) and teacher Miss WintersBlanch Yengst Jones Oct 14, 1889-Jan 26 1983

For example, could you tell that the little girl in the first picture and the woman in the second picture are both Blanche Yingst Jones, Marc’s Mother’s Mother?  She was born October 14, 1889 and died January 26, 1983.  But I only know that because Anne Hutchison ( Marc’s mom) left some notes on the back of the photos, and saved an “In Memory of” card from her mother’s funeral in Leechburg, Pennsylvania.  And now Marc and I have those documents.  And as of today, you do, too.

We don’t know anything about the woman in the first photo, except that her name was “Miss Winters”.  Marc thinks she was probably Blanche’s teacher and not a family member.  And we can’t know for sure, but doesn’t it look like the young Blanche has red hair?  What do you think, Julia?

It’s not a bad Sunday afternoon project. It lets me get my fix of blogging, but also lets me keep my promise not to do any marketing or sales on the Sabbath.  It’s a fun way to share my memories and leave something, hopefully of value, for my family.

So please enjoy, and feel free to leave a comment or ask any questions my photos bring up.  I expect just family will check in periodically; but “just” family, is a pretty large and important group of people.  So, please share your thoughts and questions here.

Love,

Susan Call Hutchison

 

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