Clyde Wilmont Smith (1920 - 1990)

Born 15 Mar 1920 in Colerain Township, Bedford, Pennsylvania, United States

Ancestors

Son of Ansel Clyde Smith and Margaret Sara (Cessna) Martin

Husband of Ruth Victoria Nelson — married 6 Dec 1941 in Everett, Snohomish, Washington, United States

Husband of Beulah Mae (Moberly) Smith — married 31 May 1946 in Riverside, California, United States

Descendants

Died 18 Nov 1990 at age 70 in Delta, Delta, Colorado, United States

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Biography

From "The Life and Times of Beulah Mae Moberly Smith", my mom writing about dad.

In March 1946, I went to visit Velma and Joe, whom I had lived with in Idaho and their daughter, Alice who had moved to Riverside, California. That night, Alice and I went skating and I was introduced to her neighbor, Clyde Smith. The next night we went to a dance at the Elks Lodge. Clyde walked in and he borrowed a friend’s car and took me to Lake Matthews where he proposed to me. Clyde lived in Riverside and didn’t have a car, so he would hitchhike to Rialto to see me. Sometimes he stayed so late he would have to walk all the way home.

Marriage Two months later on 31 May 1946, Clyde and I were married. I was almost twenty one years old and Clyde was twenty six. Wilber, Clyde’s brother and his girlfriend Dorothy Moore were our only witnesses at our wedding at the parsonage of the Grace Methodist Church in Riverside, California. I don‘t have a picture of my wedding dress, but it was royal blue with black sequins on it. We spent our first night at the Mission Inn in downtown Riverside. It seems like people kept walking on the balcony outside our window most of the night, it was nerve wracking. (The first picture we have of each other. Clyde is holding a cigarette, he smoked all our 44 years. I thought I might have to throw a pack into his coffin to help him get to the other side.)

We moved into a small guest house in back of Uncle Marion’s rental house on the corner of 8th Street (University Avenue) and Kansas Avenue in Riverside. There was no bath or anything, we had to go to the back porch of the big house in front. Later, Uncle Marion built on a bedroom and bath that Clyde painted. Our rent was increased from $25.00 to $35.00 per month. Uncle Marion moved the big house onto Kansas Avenue and sold the property. There is a restaurant there now and a Laundromat where the guest house was. D’Elia’s restaurant is now across the street. My whole family has been eating at D’Elia’s since it was built there. Every time one of my kids come to town we have to eat there. They make hard crusted grinder rolls, most of us choose ham. I had bought war bonds and we bought our first car, a black Pontiac convertible. Clyde lost his job at Crestmore Manufacturing Company two months after we were married, because before I had ever met him, he had gotten his boss, Mr. Strickland’s daughter pregnant, but her parents insisted she get an abortion-they were pissed that he married someone else so soon after dating their daughter. Clyde’s friend, Leonard Coogan and his wife introduced him to her. He maybe dated her once or twice. So, he rejoined the Air Force and I got a job at Sears working in retail. Our first Christmas in 1946 I sold my fur jacket to buy Clyde a tool box with Craftsmen tools from the Sear’s tool department. That started his large collection of tools. I became pregnant while working at Sears; one day on my lunch break I went to a restaurant across the street, got sick and vomited all over the floor of their bathroom. I got called in and was asked about my morning sickness and when I was going to quit, so I quit.

Jerry was born on September 30, 1947 in Riverside California. Clyde was given a choice to get out of the Army because of being married or go to Korea. He chose to get out of the Army and started working for Standard Gas Stations as an attendant. Back then they used to fill your gas tank for you. We sold the car and put the money down on a house in Colton, California. We were at Clyde’s folks when I started labor. Margaret, Clyde’s mother said we should just go home, but Clyde refused to take me home to Colton. We went to Riverside Community Hospital instead. Clyde came back to his folks house in two hours, and Clyde’s mother wouldn’t believe Jerry was born, he weighed 8 pounds, 5 ounces. Clyde’s sister Jean had been in labor 24 hours when she had her first child, Linda in Long Beach, California six months earlier.

When Jerry was a baby, Clyde and I went to a drive-in movie. I had Jerry sleeping on my lap with his head towards Clyde. Clyde went and got some coffee. When he was getting into the car, he bumped the coffee against the steering wheel and spilled it. Jerry started screaming and we thought he was burnt. We dashed to the County Hospital and found that Clyde was burnt instead of Jerry, under his wide belt buckle it was really bad.

When Clyde and I were first married, Ansel (A.C.) and Margaret used to go to Barton Flatts in the San Bernardino mountains quite often for a day. We’d cook hamburgers on a camp ground fire. Margaret’s sister, Aunt Peg and Uncle Jess Wilson went also. In 1948, we made our first big mistake. Clyde’s parents and family moved to Canyonville, Oregon. We rented out our Colton House and moved in with Clyde’s parents, his sister Jean and husband Albert Ward, his sister Fay and husband Larry Chrisenbery, and his sister Lois. Nobody liked living together, it just didn’t work out. Fay and Larry moved to Coos Bay, Oregon and Larry worked at a dairy. Their house was on stilts due to the Coos river flooding often. The cows would go to higher ground. Clyde, I and baby Jerry moved into a tent in Tri City, Oregon. The tent was in a trailer park with public latrines. All we had in the tent was a couch that made into a bed, a crib, hotplate, and an icebox. We went on a picnic with neighbors at a park close by. Clyde worked at Weyerhaeuser Lumber behind the big house. Jean and Albert Ward moved to Myrtle Creek, Oregon where Albert became a Sheriff. In 1948, Clyde and I went to Everett, Washington to visit Clyde’s Cousin Perry Wilson, b. 26 January 1923 in Cumberland, Allegany County, Maryland and his wife Kathleen Marie Marincovich, b. 22 September 1923 in Astoria, Clatsop County, Washington and d. 9 October 1991 in Everett, Snohomish, Washington. They had a daughter, Cheryl Ann, b. 12 February 1944 in Riverside, Riverside County, California. Kathleen’s father fished for salmon in the ocean. His boat was named the “Cheryl Ann”. Perry worked for him. We often got fresh salmon from them. Clyde had enlisted in the Air Force at March Field near Riverside, California in 1940. He went from there to McCord Air Base near Everett, Washington. We moved to Leonard Drive across the street from Perry and Kathleen. Clyde got a job driving a taxi and I came back to Oregon to get our stuff on the bus. I was pregnant and got sick on the bus. Clyde’s Dad helped us move to Everett, Washington. One night, I thought I heard the door open, but I didn’t check because it was warm in the house. The next morning the door was wide open-a Chinook wind (a warm wind) had blown it open. While living there, we visited my sister, Julia and Gene. They lived on Tanwax Lake near Mt. Rainier in Washington. On our way home, Clyde hit a dog with the car, but we didn’t stop. Jeff was born on 4 April 1949 in Everett, Washington. Mama came for a short visit to help me out. After Jeff was born, I burned my finger frying some fish and Clyde had to wash the children’s clothes by hand in the bathtub. We moved to a government project house in Everett, Washington on 31 August 1949. I remember me and baby Jeff being very sick with Jeff crying loudly, that night I went into the bathroom and passed out on the floor, I don’t know for how long. I went in where Clyde was sleeping and couldn’t wake him up so I crawled into Jerry’s bed and put crying Jeff on my stomach. He went to sleep. I guess the heat of my body made him feel better. At the government apartment in Everett, Washington, we heated the kitchen with a wood burning stove. I used to throw my potato peels, etc. into the stove to get rid of it, but sometimes it made the fire go out. One morning Clyde got so mad at me, he threw the peels, etc. in every corner of the kitchen. I cried, but a neighbor came over and helped me clean it up. I was pregnant with Ron. Clyde never had a good job. We sold our Colton House to Jean and Albert Ward for $1000 and bought a gas station in Marysville, Washington in January of 1950. Clyde wasn’t selling enough gas to make the payments, due to the excessive amount of snow fall that winter, and we didn’t have enough capital, so we lost it. We moved back to Riverside in February 1950 and were staying with Clyde’s folks on Loma Vista Avenue. Lois June Smith, b. 25 June 1932, Riverside, Riverside County, California and Lyle Francis (Corky) Esterby, b 23 December 1930 in Marysville, Yuba County, California had gone to Nevada and got married when she was under age without permission, it was legal there, but not in California. She was living in Oregon when her parents forcibly separated them and moved her back to Riverside. Corky was coming to get her and I begged Clyde to move before the fight, we didn’t make it. Lois left with Corky with nothing but the clothes on her back and moved to Oregon. Later, they moved back to Riverside and got married again on 1 May 1951. After they had children it was alright with her parents. They had two daughter, Susan Marie, b. in 1953 in Healdsburg, Sanoma County, California and Laura Lynn, b. in 1955 in Cloverdale, Sanoma County, California. We moved to a rental house on Indiana Avenue. ( I was pregnant with Ron. One day we went to the beach and I got sun burnt all over and ended up sick for three days. While living there, I had an electric coffee pot on the top of the frig and Jeff pulled the cord and spilled hot coffee on his belly. He still has the scars from that incident. Mama came to visit and loaned us $1800 to buy the McKinley House (3523 McKinley Street) in Riverside, August of 1950. We lived there for eleven years. Clyde worked for Union Oil for bad pay, then at an Airplane Factory in Chino, California, but got laid off. When baby Ron was due, Clyde was out of work. We didn’t have any money and Mama and Clyde decided I should have him at home. Dr. Loring came to the house and refused to deliver him there. Clyde wanted to see him born so we raced in the car to the Corona Hospital where I delivered on an operating table because the delivery room was occupied. I was there for 12 hours. On December 18, 1950, Ronald Earl was born (Earl after my Dad. Roland instead of Ronald was on the Birth Certificate in error.) When I realized the mistake years later, I was mad, but Ron thought it was funny and was okay with it. I didn’t even get formula when I left, so I nursed him for 6 months; the best thing I ever did.

After looking for two months; within a couple days Clyde got called back to Chino, and got a job offer with Lewis Warehouse and Cal Electric. Clyde chose to work with Cal Electric, then later called Southern California Edison. Currently it is called Edison International. When Clyde worked there he was called Smitty by his co-workers, and used that nickname from thereafter. Cal Electric had a cabin in Sawpit Canyon near Crestline in the San Bernardino mountains that the employees could use for a free vacation. - The black car was a 1937 Chevrolet We went to Palomar Observatory, near San Diego on the Pala Indian Reservation. While we camped, Jeff stayed up most of the night building traps for raccoons. The hills were covered with yellow California poppies. add note: We visited Wilbur who lived at Ridgecrest, California We went to Wrightwood in the San Bernardino mountains to play in the snow. The boys cried because it was cold. note: The socks on Ronny’s hands for gloves.

When Jerry was about four years old, we were driving home from town and Jerry spotted some little boys playing on a street corner. He wanted his dad to stop so he could play with them. I said “Jerry, you don’t even know them.” His answer was “I could tell them my name and then we’d be friends.” Another time, there was a canal at our end of McKinley with a bridge across to lower McKinley. Jerry came up missing. We looked and looked for him. I finally crossed the bridge, heard children laughing at a party in one of the houses. I knocked on the door and sure enough-Jerry. Hazel and Jim moved from Crawford to Olathe, Colorado in 1950 when Billy, b. 24 May 1949 was about one year old with sister, Judy, b. 21 December 1946. In 1951, mama moved back to Delta, Colorado to take care of her father, Austin Ira Rowley, and her mother, Julia Ann Schroyer. Austin had retired from farming in 1944 and had moved to Delta, Colorado. In November of 1951, Uncle Marion and Aunt Rhoda took the boys and me to Colorado to visit Hazel, Ellen, and Mom. Hazel said I was the cause of her getting pregnant with Nancy, because she gave us her bedroom. Clyde sent us money to come home on the train just before Thanksgiving although Uncle Marion would have brought us home the next week. The train ride was an experience. We got on in the evening. The next morning I took the three boys to breakfast sort of late. I bought them cereal for I didn’t have much money. The porter brought bacon, toast, and juice. He said it would have to be thrown out anyway. On 19 December 1951, Florence married traveling salesman, Ervin Levart, in Delta, Colorado. She met him through a lonely hearts club. He immediately took her to Missouri where they lived until August of 1952. Austin and Julia had been taken to Port Orchard, Washington by their daughter Ruth Claussen. After finding out that Ervin had multiple wives all over the USA, she moved back to Colorado to live with daughter Hazel Reaksecker when Nancy Gayle, b. 3 August 1952 in Olathe, Colorado. In December 1952 mama moved back in with us part-time beings that she was a live-in nurse for a family in Long Beach, California. “She was between a rock and a hard spot” When Jerry was five years old (1952), Clyde started building quarter midgets and racing them. Clyde and I were having financial trouble. He worked two jobs and we still didn’t have much money. He didn’t want me to work but I took a job at Greyhound buses anyway. He didn’t like that. Then, I took a job at Denny’s Restaurant and only worked a couple of days. Mama helped me cut a pattern to make cowboy vests and chaps for the boys for Christmas in 1952. Jerry has picture I decorated the living room of the McKinley House with pictures that I got at a gas station give away. Back then gas stations gave promotional gifts with gas purchases. I even collected a set of good dishes this way. Also, blue chip stamps were given with purchases from the grocery stores, gas stations, etc. which I collected to get items from their catalog once I had saved enough. I got a lot of things that way. We brought Judy Reaksecker b. 21 December 1946 home with us one summer when she was about fourteen years old. We took her back to Colorado at summer‘s end. Jerry has pictures We made a bedroom out of the garage, but the McKinley House was still too small. I gardened with Mrs. Mahoney, a next door neighbor. She had lots of plants. She was out everyday trimming here and there. She cut the cuttings into small pieces and threw the pieces back into the garden for mulch. My daughter, Susan tells me I’ve told her that story a 1000 times, every time we are out in our gardens. Her husband worked for General Hospital and their favorite nursery would give their unsold plants to him for the hospital, but he would give them to the neighborhood. That’s when I started my love for gardening. We were very poor and I learned to grow plants from cuttings. I had fifty rose bushes in a bed out front, plus a Crepe Myrtle tree I rooted from cuttings. I carried clippers in the car and every time I saw a plant in someone’s yard that I wanted to get a piece of, Clyde would pull over the car and I would clip. We built the McKinley patio from broken pieces of cement we hauled from the Riverside landfill. Clyde colored the cement around the pieces green-it hardly showed. I had twenty trees planted in the back yard. I remember Ronnie would tell me “tunie tunie” and I would put a petunia flower behind each of his ears. I would make dolls out of my hollyhock flowers by using the flower part as a skirt and a flower bud as the head. I made my snapdragon flowers talk by pressing the base of the flower in and out. I didn’t drive so I and the boys took the bus everywhere we went. We went to Fairmont Park to play and swim often. I remember Jerry and Jeff playing in the water and me bouncing baby Ron on my hip, we all loved the water. They built Army tanks at Food Machinery Manufacturing in Riverside during the war that is why the tank is there. They built the American Legion building in Fairmont Park where they held dances for the soldiers. The large globe hanging from the ceiling is made from broken compact mirrors from the sweethearts of the returning soldiers. I finally got bullied by another neighbor to learn to drive. We were having a party at our house in which Clyde’s parents, Aunt Peg’s family, Don and Ruth (Wilson) Hazen and Mama attended.The green car in the picture is the Chevrolet that I learned to drive in, Clyde’s dad (AC) owned the Cadillac.

Clyde was very temperamental when we were young. Sometimes he wouldn’t talk to me or the kids for days. Mom was staying with us at the time. One day she told me she thought he might be constipated. I cooked him oatmeal 365 days a year, so I started adding milk of magnesia into his oatmeal along with sugar and milk. He never knew it, but he acted better afterwards. One time when I got mad at Clyde, I took the kids to eat at Sage’s restaurant. Another time we were arguing, Clyde tore a piece out of our marriage license. On the Holidays Clyde’s whole family, (Jean’s, Faye’s, and us) went to Clyde’s mother house on Loma Vista Avenue in Riverside. Margaret would start complaining how noisy the children were, so Clyde would immediately take our family home. One time we were at his folks house and we started to argue, so I dumped a bowl of salad over his head and walked home from Loma Vista Avenue to McKinley Street. Albert Ward followed me home to see if I was alright. Shamel Park was built on Arlington Avenue close to our McKinley home, while we lived there. I stayed home with the girls and the boys walked to the pool every day. One time Jerry tried to do a back flip and cut his forehead on the diving board. Clyde was called that time to take him to the Doctor. Another time, when Jerry was learning to ride a bicycle and he ran into a parked car. He wasn’t hurt very bad.

Neighbor Marge Robards and I were the den mothers for the Riverside Cub Scouts Den 4 which presented Riverside County’s most famous manhunt – The Willie Boy Chase. The Daily Sentinel newspaper ran the story of Willie Boy, an Indian who stole his girlfriend away from her father. When they were almost caught he killed her. This was only Indian tradition, but President Grant was in town, so they made a big to-do about it. While the posy hunted him, he ran into the San Gorgonio mountains; he shot all of their horses. When they found him, he had shot himself. We decided to do a skit on this story for the cub scouts. The boys, mostly Jeff drew the story on thirty five feet of butcher paper. Clyde made a TV out of a card board box. A boy set inside and rolled the pictures past the box opening, while another boy scout told the story. I took the cub scouts down to the newspaper office and met the reporter who wrote the story. He showed us an overall fastener he had found at the site where they burned the body when they found it. They made a movie of this story called: “Tell them Willie Boy was here.” Another thing I remember about the cub scouts was taking the boys up Richie Canyon several times to look for wild flowers. That is just over the hill from where Susan and I live now. When the boys were little we used to go to Doheny Beach quite often. We would bring home buckets of sea shells, crabs, etc. There probably aren’t any more sea creatures there due to the pollution flowing down the Santa Ana River. One time, we took two little cub scout boys with us and they sun burnt to a crisp. My kids were in the sun so much they tanned instead of burned. I never put suntan lotion on them. I was so embarrassed to take the boys home that way.  

4th Decade I got pregnant again and was mad thinking I’d have another boy, but soon I got over it. I guess God in his wisdom made pregnancy nine months long. I was delighted when I got a sweet baby girl, Carol Ann, b. 27 October 1955, (add pic of baby Carol, pg 16 of 53)a name I had wanted to call my first child. The boys loved her and kept calling her Susie. We had another baby girl, b. 30 October 1956, and named her Susan Margaret; (add pic of baby Susan, pg 16 of 53) Margaret after her Grandma Smith. (add pic 5 kids, pg 16 of 53, 2 girls in twin stroller -Jerry has picture) After Joe Congelton, d. 3 October 1958 in Riverside, California, Velma married Gifford Robert (Bob) Lockyer. They were Rock Hounds. They had a rock tumbler and a saw to cut open the geodes.(add pic of girls and cakes) add note: Velma made Carol and Susan doll cakes for their birthday. Mama and cousin, Velma took correspondence courses to get their Licensed Vocational Nurse (L.V.N.) license. Mama worked around various places. She was working in a guest home for a local doctor when Susan was born. She kept Carol and Clyde had a lady come in to keep the house and watch the boys. All I had to do was take care of baby Susan. (Add picture of mama in nursing uniform)(add picture Carol and Susan) (add pic of professional pic of kids-sue as the baby) (add pic at Monte Vista official entry 1958, Jerry age11-Jerry won, pg 16 of 53)

On 15 August 1959, when Susan was 2 years old, I went to work for Bourns Industry, they were located on Magnolia Avenue. They had an old house on the side street that was filled from ceiling to floor with record folders. Once in a while I had to go look there for a certain record. Then, the company built a new building on Columbia Avenue. I worked on the Assembly lines as a Trimpot Quality Control Inspector (add pic of Bourns Newspot, pg 17 of 53.) of potentiometer’s. A Potentiometer is a little over an inch long with three wires that we hooked up to the testing machine. It is used in rockets and space vehicles. It works kind of like the dial on your toaster that makes the toast light or dark. Later, I got promoted to a Clerk Typist in the office to type technical papers for the Engineers. I had failed the typing test several times, so the last time, I know the office girl giving me the test, deliberately didn’t set the timer clock. I was accurate, but never fast. My typing teacher had told me I should drink a beer before taking the test again, but I didn’t drink. They would have me leave spaces for words as their work progressed. I got pretty good at cut and paste. I typed on vellum paper and would put an empty paper over the paper with spaces and then fit the new in perfectly. We didn’t have computers back then. My neighbor Marge Robards, who lived just in back of us, took care of the girls. Another neighbor called authorities that no one was watching my children, as the boys had run of the house, Jerry, age 11, Jeff, age 9 ½, and Ron, age 8. I transferred to swing shift so Clyde or I would be home with the kids more. I would fix dinner and leave it for the family to eat. One time, I made a lamb roast and because the meat is pink colored, Clyde cooked it to death; he didn‘t like under cooked meat. The reason I started to work was because Jerry had teeth coming in wrong and needed orthodontic work to correct them. They removed a tooth bud to provide more room. Jeff and Ron had similar problems. Susan did too, but she didn’t want to wear braces. I said good! I was tired of the expense. They had the work down at the school of dentistry at Loma Linda Hospital. (add pic of whole family on the wrap around couch, pg 1 of 49, 1B) Carol feels she was neglected when she was young, because I started work when she was age three and Sue age two. I think she’s right. I didn’t have the time to spend with them, like I did the boys. Carol joined the Girl Scouts and Sue joined the brownies, I never got involved.

Most of the their young lives, Clyde was involved with Quarter midgets and Jerry racing. The rest of us went along to all the races. When Clyde got within ear shot of the track, he forgot I and the other kids were along. I fussed at him all the time to let Jeff drive, but Jerry won trophy’s and that was what was most important. Once he let Ron drive and as he pushed him to start, Ron hit the gas and drug his Dad down the track into a wall. In 1961, we went to Colorado to visit Hazel, because Papa had a stroke. We followed my sister, Irene and husband, Herbert Horst. There was snow on the ground. My boys went to school with Hazels kids the week we were visiting. The school was grades 1-8, it was just down the road from her house in Olathe, Colorado. (add pic of kids walking to school-jerry has picture, add pic of kids on couch, pg 18 of 49 3A) We followed Irene and Herbert back to our McKinley St. house and brought Ellen’s son, Edward with us. (add pic’s pg 18 of 49, 1C, 1F, 2C) (add pic’s Carol sitting on Herbert’s lap pic Herbert holding Susan and Edward tying her shoe) On the way home we were in a huge snow storm. Jerry was in Herbert’s car and we followed. A big van went right off the road in front of us. When we got home Irene and I were running water in the faucet, because we were so thrilled, Hazel didn’t have water in her house-just a cistern. (add pic) After our next trip to Colorado, I insisted we take side trips on the way to see the points of interest-Zion, Canyon lands, Fish lake, etc. The Southwest of the United States is filled with National parks, monuments, forests and interesting towns. I guess we just about visited them all over the years. (add map of Southwest USA-it’s a full page) On one of our trips through Zion, Utah on the way to Colorado. pic Sue & Carol-8yrs old? in underwear at Zion-jerry has pic., & pic boys drinking water from waterfall)They had a rattlesnake in a screened box (I never saw a rattlesnake in the wild) at the Red Rock Candy Mountain on Highway 89, where you come out of Zion and before Highway 4 cuts into Interstate 15. There is a tunnel on Highway 89 before this and a picture of Carol and Sue sitting in a window of this tunnel. (add pic of this, pg 18 of 49, 3D, add pic of tunnel entrance) The most fun at Aunt Hazel’s, was because we entered into their busy lives for a week or so, canning, sewing dresses for the girls, watching them milk cows (the cat would always come around to get a squirt of milk), branding cattle and cutting of their horns, riding the tractor. (add pics Jeff & Jimmy dehorning and branding cows) Hazels phone was a party line, hung on the wall and you turn a handle to get the operator, a live person. It was one ring for one neighbor, two rings for another, three rings for another. People could listen in if they chose, but I’m sure most were too busy with their chores to bother. Her kitchen had a flour bin, it was a pull out deep cabinet, metal lined so the mice couldn’t get in it that held a hundred pounds of flour. There were weevil in the flour, but I once read that the weevil kept people with no protein in their diet alive . It was a good source of protein. Now they put insecticide in the packaging. Most farmers had a small herd of milk cows and a separator to separate the cream from the milk. They would set the can of cream out by the road for the creamery truck to pick up, so it could be made into butter. Each farmer had a churn (a small barrel with a lid and a paddle you pushed up and down till the butter separated from the butter milk). They made cottage cheese from the curds and whey.(ask Hazel about making cottage cheese)

“Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet Eating her curds and whey Along came a spider and set down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away”

When they first started selling oleo margarine, they put a small packet of yellow food coloring in the box and you had to mix it yourself to make it look like butter. People used to get botulism (food poisoning) due to home canned food not being sealed right, no refrigeration, etc. They didn’t add preservatives like they do today. Pasteurization was later developed to make a food product, especially milk, safer to drink or eat and improve its keeping qualities by heating it in order to destroy harmful bacteria. South of Montrose, Colorado is the town of Ouray, named for an Indian Chief Ouray. It has a hot springs pool and a waterfall. As the crow flies across the mountain about one mile is the town of Silverton, Colorado. It has a narrow gauge railroad to Durango, Colorado. When the train pulls into Silverton, there is a gun fight with the bad guy getting shot off the roof. It’s a long way to take the road from Ouray to Silverton. (add lots of pics of Silverton) We had a swing on the patio that the girls used to sit on and sing “round a round to Cadarada” over and over again. This swing used to belong to Clyde’s parents on Loma Vista. They gave it to us when they moved. There may be a picture of this swing in Jerry’s pictures In 1960, the boys were starting to question if there really was a Santa Claus. I took them down town to see Santa who in reality was a friend of Clyde’s. He knew the kids and made a believer out of them for a while longer. (add pic of kids w/santa pg 16 of 53)

“You better not pout, you better not cry, you better be good I’m telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town.”

Clyde’s sister Jean and husband Albert J. Ward moved to Jackson Street in Riverside, California which had a swimming pool that we all enjoyed for many years. (Add with picture of kids in this pool, pg 18 of 53) One day Albert dropped by our house to visit. When he was leaving all three boys were pushing his car to help him get started. Jerry and Jeff let go, but Ron held on and got dragged a few feet before I could get Albert to stop. It took the knees out of his overalls and skinned his knees. In 1961, Mama had a stroke. The people she was working for took her money out of her bank in Riverside and drove her up to her daughter’s, Julia Wold’s, residence in Washington State. Julia’s husband, Eugene Wold, saw her condition and told them to take her to the hospital. Later Florence’s employers delivered her possessions to my house in Riverside California. Her things had been gone through and some removed by the people she worked for in Long Beach, California. On 14 September 1961, we bought the Gilberto House (3463 Gilberto Avenue). At the time, Jerry was in Colorado visiting. He came home to a new house, new school, and new friends. The house was right beside the freeway. I had to wear earplugs to sleep at night. In 1962, I was sick one morning with the flu. I got up to answer the telephone and blacked out, fell and cracked a vertebrae in my lower back. The phone call was the Principle of Jeff‘s school; after hearing me fall, he gave the phone to his Secretary and she stayed on until I came to. She then called Clyde and he came home. After that I was off work for two months and had to wear a brace. At work we checked potentiometers on a machine by watching lights flash. I could not see the lights with my brace on, as we had all been slumping in our chairs. So, they added a 6 inch platform under everyone’s machine so we all could sit up straight. After the fall I was dizzy for quite a while. I went to eleven doctors within a six month period to find out I needed niacin. Soon after Mama turned sixty two years of age, my sister, Hazel Reaksecker, and Hazel’s daughter, Judy, and Melvin’s wife, Pat drove up to Washington State from Colorado to get her and drive her back to California to live with my family at Gilberto so she could receive her OAP (Old Age Pension benefits) for she hadn’t lived in Washington State long enough. I was sick at the time and we didn’t have enough room. My son, Jerry, graciously gave up his bedroom in the Gilberto House to allow Grandma Florence to have it. (add pic of Judy on brown couch, pg 1 of 49) We had a large reclining chair at the Gilberto house. Carol and Susan were horse playing, rocking back and forth, the chair tipped backwards and Susan’s head went through the sliding glass door and had to go to the hospital to get stitches in her head. (add pic of Carol and Susan in large reclining chair) Jimmy Reaksecker came to visit us on Gilberto Avenue. He was in the Marines at Camp Pendleton and brought friends with him. (add 2 pic of this) I was driving the green Chevrolet to work from Gilberto when I heard an engine noise, so I pulled into the intersection and one of my co workers picked me up and took me to work. On Clyde’s way home from work, he saw the car parked. He stopped and tried to start it and blew the engine. He tried to fix it, but was not satisfied, so we bought a used tan 1953 Chevrolet. (add pic of Judy with tan car-duplicate???) Clyde never wanted to believe that any auto mechanic did shoddy work. But, one time we got the green car worked on and when we were getting ready to leave, I noticed that the car was leaking oil. I made Clyde come look at it. Another time, we had some work done on the front steering of the tan car. They had put too small of a cotter pin in the steering and I almost landed in a ditch. Add note next to the picture of Susan and Carol as little girls in bathing suits-pg. 16 of 53 “Carol looks grumpy due to Clyde made us stare at the sun for fifteen minutes before he snapped the picture.” In 1962, we were at Aunt Emma’s when Susan fell in her creek (add pic pg 18 of 49, 2E & 2F)and got a piece of glass in her hand. We were going home the next day, but stayed over to take her to a doctor, because her hand got festered. The doctor stitched and bandaged it up good and told me to soak it in water, bandage and all several times a day. While I was watching the doctor take the glass out, I passed out on the floor. On our way home we soaked her hand in Ouray hot springs pool, the Colorado River at Blythe, California and all the wet spots we stopped at in between. When I took her to the doctor in Riverside to take off the bandage it was healed. Papa had another stroke and Icy got a hospital bed and put the bedrails up when he tried to get up. He laid bed ridden for fifteen years before he d. 10 February 1974. We visited him and I took him two rubber balls to exercise his hands. Mama had had a stroke not too long before that and survived it. Mama died before he did on14 July 1965. Icy d. 15 November 1967. Clyde’s Pennsylvania relatives came to visit. Percy and Ruth Smith visited Clyde’s mother at her Loma Vista house between 1961 and 1964. Margaret (Peg) Louise, Charles (Jim) Edward, Don Oliver drown in the Pacific Ocean. (check PAF) Everyone in Pennsylvania had nicknames. Scrub and Gilly, were daughters of Thomas Lee Cessna, son of William Wesley Cessna. (add lots of pics) Jerry was invited to a Fireside at the LDS Church (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) and soon after joined the church. He converted the whole family including Grandma Florence except Clyde. Clyde loved the church, but did not want to give up his smoking. I was baptized by Milton Tew and confirmed by James Petersen on 9 February 1963 in Riverside California.(add pic of my baptism record, pg 18 of 53) When we lived on Gilberto Avenue, we got a dog named Whitey. Every night Clyde would throw his dirty socks on the floor and every night the dog would chew holes in his socks. Whitey was a female and had a litter of pups and Clyde took the whole bunch to the pound. Jerry was so unhappy that he rode his bicycle to the pound to get her back, but he was told she had already been sold. (add pic on bed with girls and dog on left side) (add pic of dog and pups) In 1963/64, I attended Riverside City College in the evenings and learned typing and speed writing, that’s where you don’t dot the i’s or cross the t’s and leave out most of the vowels, abbreviating everything. Most people don’t write anymore, they use the computer. One year I took conversational Italian, because all the typing classes were full. On July 16, 1964 we moved to the Libby House (752 Libby Drive) with the help of Mama’s pension. It was a closer distance to work for both Clyde and I. The Libby House was a five bedroom three bathroom house on a hillside overlooking the city and landscaping was fun. Mrs. Mahoney and I visited a garden show of cactus once and had been given lots of cactus cuttings. I moved all of these plants from one house to the other. I planted them on the hillside along with lots of other plants. There were huge rocks just waiting to be landscaped around. (add pic’s of hillside pg 19 of 53, and pic of Jerry in front of hillside pg 40 of 49, 3E, add pic of front yard) The girls and I did the grocery shopping at the old Stater Bros. on University Avenue every two weeks, when Clyde got paid. Each time we’d fill up two grocery carts full. I always said “if I spent $5.00 a bag, I was doing good.” Disneyland first opened on 18 July 1955 in Anaheim, California with eighteen attractions with the total cost of 17.5 million dollars and was built in one year. The admission cost was one dollar and the cost of the attractions ranged from ten cents to thirty five cents. I told the kids we’d go, but Clyde refused to go, so I took them myself. It was the first time I had driven so far. Clyde liked to drive, so he always did. Susan’s had cut her same foot for the third time now. The first time, she got her foot caught in the gears of a quarter midget, because Clyde had the motor out and the boys were pushing her around where the motor should have gone. The second time, Jerry was riding her around on his bike and she got her foot caught in the spokes. The third time, she was laying on Ron’s bed and fell off and her foot landed on his record player case edge. I had to rush her to emergency to get yet another set of stitches. In my day the father’s didn’t do much child raising. Clyde had a board with holes in it that he had made, above the door. He would use it on the boys when they acted up. When the girls were unruly; like jumping on their bed, which was upstairs over our bed, he would make me use the belt on them, or send them downstairs to stand in the dark corner. When Clyde heard the girls and I arguing, he would get mad. I remember whenever we started to argue, I would end it immediately, because I didn’t like Clyde yelling at the girls. One night he had Jeff stand in a closet and he went to sleep. I felt so bad, I went and told Jeff to go to bed. Add this note under pic - My cousin Velma’s daughter, Alice Marie Congelton married William Ralph Parks. They had four children, Nealine Jean, b. 12 August 1948, Robert Joseph (Bobby), b. 18 March 1955, Melinda Louise, b 23 April 1956, and Mona Marie, b. 19 October 1957, all born in Riverside, California.(add pics - jerry has pictures, add pic of Ron,Jeff & Bobby) add note under pic. They visited us on Libby Drive. In 1962, we were on Interstate 70 where they were building a new road through the Fish Lake National Forest. We got stopped for hours. We got out of the vehicle and climbed down a slope to see the river below. Jimmy Reaksecker was with us. Jerry was to start his senior year so he continued going to Ramona High School. Jeff went to North High School. Ron went to University Heights Junior High School, and the girls went to Highland Elementary School. While the girls were in school, I had taken checked them out with a lie about where we were going, but took them to the Health Clinic to get measles shots. When we got in line, Susan realized what was up and started to have a fit, and wanted to go home. Jeff took Homemaking in 9th grade. I would come home from work and there would be three different kind of pies on the countertop. He made a skirt for Susan in sewing class. He brought it home, and said he was sick of it, and told me to finish it. The hem was all pinned up and I started sewing and realized part of it was finished with a blind stitch you couldn’t see from the inside or the outside-he had done it so well. Ron was the first to want to be in the school band, so we got him a drum pad. We got Jerry guitar lessons. Jeff eventually took to drumming and Jerry the bass guitar and Ron the lead guitar. We bought an upright piano that had been in the City schools for many years. Clyde would load up the heavy upright piano and haul it to the roof top where the City held dances for the young people. The boys and their friends practiced in our living room at the Libby house; Rod Piazza, Glenn Campbell, Dick Innes, Ted Trujillo, Kevin Powell, Terry Wade, Jay Ward and more. (add pic’s of boys playing with the band, pg 20 of 49) I remember Jeff used to beat his two index fingers on everything he was near or walked by, like he was playing drums. Clyde and I both enjoyed the boys bands, they entertained us with music for many years to come. Most of time, I would go up on the hill and weed around cactus to get away from the noise. (add pic of Jerry on back lawn at Libby) Most of Clyde’s family played musical instruments, except Clyde. He said “he played the radio.” In this picture his dad, AC and his grandfather, Urban are playing instruments. On their uniform it has POSNA, which means Patriotic Order Sons of America. (add pic.) (add pic’s pg 34 of 49, 2F & 47 of 49, 2C & 2D)-add note: Someone gave Jeff an Irish Setter dog. He didn’t have it very long, because it was sick when he got it. Add Pics of: Xmas Jeff drum pads. Mom, Sue, Carol & dog, Jeff with Irish Setter. Jeff & English Setter, guitars - did we give guitars & drum pad for this xmas??? Add pic of Clyde with corncob pipe. The last Christmas on Libby Drive, I bought the girls a new coat. Carol’s was green with a tiny fur collar and Susan’s was a neon orange fur coat, she had wanted a white fur coat, but I couldn’t find one, she hated it! (add pic’s of girls & coats, & Sue w/umbrella) My brother Kenneth and his wife Nellie (Rutherford) Moberly brought their family to our Libby house. Linda walked into Grandma Levart’s room and she didn’t turn around. Her mother took her out of the room. Mama was pretty sick at the time and probably didn’t realize Linda was behind her. (add pic of Kenneth, Nellie and family) Mama d. 14 July 1965 in Riverside General Hospital at the age of 66 due to a heart attack after a successful minor surgery. “The surgery was a success, but the patient died.” She had diabetes from the time she was 56 years old. The hospital was busy and had Florence lying in the hallway after surgery. She was wet, so I put several dry sheets from a cart nearby under her. I had to leave to take the girls home who were waiting in the car at the time. Mom died while I was taking the girls home. I have felt guilty for leaving her all of these years. She is buried in Evergreen Cemetery in Riverside, California.  

5th Decade On November 1, 1966, Jerry was critically burned in what is now called the Loop Fire. He was a new member of the El Cariso Hotshots, who were trapped by flames as they worked on a steep hillside in Pacoima Canyon in the Angeles National Forest. More than half of the crew perished while the rest of the crew remained hospitalized for many months. Lessons learned from this fire resulted in the implementation of new firefighter safety protocols. Clyde and I spent a hectic two months between working and the Los Angeles County Hospital. Jerry seemed to fare better with the situation than Clyde and I sometimes. My coworkers at Bourns gave me a five pound box of See’s candy for him. He probably didn’t eat it, but it brought many visitors to see him. Clyde even took a band consisting of Jeff, Ron, Ted and Tom Trujillo with Kevin Powell to the burn ward. (add pic of band, pg 19 of 53) As soon as the boys stabilized, they were moved them to the California Lutheran Hospital where they grafted onto Jerry’s arms. They made a flap on his stomach and connected his arm to that flap. When it adhered they cut it loose. The same type of procedure was done to build up his ears. Jerry checked himself out of the hospital with his arm attached to his stomach and went to the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival in Monterey, California. He then checked himself back into the hospital. While Jerry was in the hospital, Carol and Susan were walking along the canal, by the water tower east of Iowa Avenue at an old house foundation, where they found a little black dog that followed them home. Jerry adopted him and named him “Wolfman.” Wolfman would howl to the music, he even took the dog with him when the band played gigs. When we moved to Central Avenue, Wolfman ran into the street and was killed. Jerry was not in town at the time. Jeff took the dog out into the hills and buried him. (add pic of Jerry & Wolfman, pg 38 of 49, 1E)After Jerry got better, he switched the strings on his guitar, because of losing his little finger on his right hand. In 1967, Jerry went to Las Vegas to play with Little Richard and came home with his fingers bleeding and a red streak going up his arm. His grafted skin did not adhere to the flesh under it, so became infected easily. (add pic of Jerry & Little Richard?) The house on Libby Drive was partly unfinished upstairs when we bought it. We finished the large portion and left entry to the eaves portion for a closet. One day Clyde looked in this area and found several cases of wine that Jeff and Ron had stolen from a wine distributor that was close to our house. Clyde took the boys and the wine back to the owners. They asked how they got into the yard, and also if they liked the wine. Ron recently told me it was easy, they just crawled under the fence and that the wine was Gallo Tawny Port and it tasted like cigar butts in wine. (add pic pigeon cage)-add note under pic- Jeff built a cage on the hillside and had pigeons up above the Libby house. The neighbors complained about the cage, so he modified it a little bit, but finally he got tired of them and removed it. On Libby, we had little Kit Foxes come and eat the cat food-they have very long pink ears. We could see them through our plate glass doors. I told someone about them and they said there weren’t foxes in the area, but we saw one dead on the road. Maybe Animal Services believed me then. In 1962, we rented a camper to go to Colorado for vacation. On the way we stopped off the highway in Utah to check out the Green River. A man had his motor home stuck in the sand, so Clyde helped him get it out. We found a rope swing in a tree that the kids swung out over the river and dropped into the water. Carol got the rope caught around her leg and got a rope burn. We hunted for Indian arrowheads. We also hunted for them near Ellen’s place in Shavanah Valley, near Montrose, Colorado. I found a perfect black obsidian arrow, but someone took it from a glass container of broken arrow heads I had on Libby Drive. That was the last time the boys ever went camping with us. Later on Clyde built a motor home from an old mail truck. (add pic pg 19, 3A-green river) Hazel, I and the girls were following Jim, Clyde and the boys to Blue Mesa Dam to go fishing. Part way there the rented camper truck quit running and the men were out of sight. We had to wait beside the road till they came and rescued us. (add pic of camper on side of road, pg 19 of 49, 3B) In 1967, the lottery for induction into the army to go to Vietnam came about, Jerry, of course was injured. Ron’s number was missed, and Jeff threatened to go to Canada to miss it, but he finally got into the Army band and spent his time at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. He started college in Kansas, but finished up at Boulder, Colorado. When he graduated we went. Jeff played his drums on stage and little Jeff was beating his hands to the rhythm. (add pic of Jeff and Little Jeff) (Jeff & army info. Duplicated ---pages down) I was given the choice to either be laid off at Bourns or go back on the Assembly lines. I chose to quit. I worked with Bourns as an Instrument Inspector from April 1959 to September 1965 and as a Clerk Typist from September 1965 to October 1968. We spent my pension fund on a brand new 1969 Valiant station wagon, it was white. I worked one semester as a tutor at North High School from 13 February 1969 to 16 June 1969. I had a couple of other jobs, one of the jobs was selling Sarah Coventry jewelry; ladies had parties and their friends bought jewelry. What I mostly got out of it was a lot of jewelry. Susan probably has most of it now. I got a job at a fabric store, but quit when I got hired as a Bookkeeper with Community Convalescent Center (CCC) located on the corner of Brockton and Jurupa Avenues. (add pic of me at desk pg, 20 of 53) Jean Ward, Clyde’s sister was working there for the Bennett’s at the front desk. They were expanding the nursing home from sixty beds to one hundred and twenty bed facility, and they needed more help. Betty Bennett had taken bookkeeping in high school just like I did. I did the accounts receivables and the payroll, while Betty did the payables. Penny Cook was the kitchen manager and cook there. Ben and Betty Bennett always went to the country club for lunch and stayed all afternoon. Penny and I would go for a long lunch; sometimes to the beach. I was doing a good job of collecting money, so no one ever objected. I worked there from 1969 to 1979. Susan also worked at CCC as a Nurse’s Aide for six years, part time while going to school. She had no experience and was the youngest aide they had ever hired, she was fourteen year old, so she had to get a work permit from school. I had gotten her the job. Carol also worked there for a short time doing office work until Betty Bennett got her a job the Harris Department store at the Riverside Plaza. She quit that job and went to Colorado to live with Jeff and Pauli, while attending college. Ansel Clyde (AC) Smith, Clyde’s dad was a patient at CCC for a long time. He suffered with Parkinson’s disease, until he died on 8 November 1972. When his wife, Margaret put him in the home all he had were slippers that he shuffled around in. I gave AC a pair of Ron’s size 6 boys shoes and one day he walked out the side door, crossed Jurupa Avenue and then crossed Brockton Avenue. The nurses really watched him after that. Margaret had divorced him. On 8 February 1964 she married Robert (Bob) Martin. In 1969, we moved to 4637 Central Avenue in Riverside. It was a terrible mess, but we tore it apart and fixed it up again. We hauled five truckloads of furniture and trash to the dump before we could move in. The walls were yellow from cigarettes. The swimming pool was unbelievably green. This house had only three bedrooms, so we made a makeshift bedroom in the garage for the boys who had graduated from high school and were close to leaving home. The girls got their own room and started attending Sierra Junior High School. Sometimes, I would sneak into in the pool in middle of the night and skinny dip. Clyde never liked to swim, so he only went in the pool a handful of times.(add pic of pg 20 of 53 & pg 30 of 53) Mama had taught Carol to sew when she was in 5th grade. Mama told Carol she could have her Elna sewing machine before she died. Our first Christmas on Central Avenue we bought Carol a new Singer sewing machine. (add pic Carol & sewing machine, pg 20 of 49, 2B) When Carol and I were sewing together, I used to tear the fabric to straighten it and make Carol help me pull it straight. I would tell her “Carol you’re stronger than this fabric.” She said that those words always helped her through life. The girls and I would take the dirty clothes to the launder mat on Magnolia Avenue. We had so much that we took up one whole side of washers. Afterwards we rewarded ourselves with ice cream from the Dairy Queen next door. I hadn’t had a washer since the McKinley house. It was a Maytag washer and it broke down. I was sick of hanging little socks on the clothes line, so that’s when I started going to the launder mat. (add pic of me hanging clothes on line) Jerry said I used to drop him off at the launder mat sometimes with all the clothes by himself. After the boys left home, I finally got my first washer and dryer for the house. We got a grey cocker mix dog, named Maurice. While we lived there, the rats would run across the telephone wires over the swimming pool. One got into the house one day and Maurice chased it all over. Clyde jumped into an overstuffed chair. His Dad had scared him with a mouse when he was little, he never got over it. (add pic pg 19 of 49, 2C,D,F, add note: We camped at the Delores River. Clyde started his motor home project made from a Spartan Trailer. The engine was a 383 Chrysler interceptor engine out of a police car. He bought a Dodge wiring harness and spread it over the whole living room floor to figure out what connected where. It was mind boggling. One day I and the girls had gone to town and when we came back, Clyde was going to show us that he had the motor running. He forgot he had taken the wheels off and had it on blocks. When he started it up, he drove it off the blocks. He had to jack it up and put the blocks back under. When he got it running, he took the kids for a ride and they said that he did wheelies, because the engine was so powerful and the trailer was still empty. (add 2 pics of motor home before & after pg 20 of 53) We joined the “The Boondockers” with the International Travel and Trailer Clubs of America Inland Empire District (ITTCA) and camped out with the club for many years. We went to the beach, high desert, Lake Perris, Lake Elsinore, and Lake Skinner. As members of the club, we got to camp at Lake Skinner before it was open to the public. The camp ranger came over to talk to our group and we all noticed a man fishing across the lake. The ranger dashed into his Jeep and drove around the lake to tell the man he was not allowed to be there. As he approached the long legged crane flew away. (add pic of Clyde and I by the camp fire after a long day) Clyde, Ron, Carol, Sue and I went to Cloverdale, California to see Lois and Corky and their daughters, Susan and Laura Esterby. We went to Mt. Shasta and fed the deer. Carol says she still has the vase she bought at the gift shop. When we traveled I would give each kid a silver dollar to buy a souvenir at whatever tourist place we were at. (add pics) One of Ron’s special memories while living on Central Avenue is going with me to see many movies including the movie Cabaret.(add pic of movie Cabaret) He moved out at age twenty two in 1972. (add pic pg 2 of 49, 2F-add note): We visited the Royal Gorge in Colorado.

Clyde’s and my first grandbaby, Jennifer Blaze Smith, b. 28 April 1970 to Jerry and Cheryl Colomba Wilton in Riverside, California. (add picture of me and blaze, pg 21 of 53)She now lives (2010) in New York. Our first Grandson, Jeffrey Lynn Smith, (now Geoffrey Lynn Smith) b. 18 February 1971 in Riverside, California to Jeff and Polly Ann (Pauli) Driver. Geoff, who the family usually calls “Little Jeff” now (2010) lives in Connecticut. Jeff had joined the Army band as a percussionist two days after little Jeff was born, to avoid being drafted into the Vietnam War. Jeff spent his four years in the military at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.(add pic of Jeff in uniform playing drums pg 21 of 53) Jeff and Pauli were married in Fort Leavenworth on 2 March 1973. Jeff had graduated from North High School in 1967. He and Pauli met the next year while Jeff was teaching drum lessons at Music Land in Arlington, California in 1968. Pauli was hired there for retail. Jeff’s band played for Robert Kennedy at the Mission Inn in Riverside, California a week before he was assassinated at the Roosevelt Hotel in Los Angeles in 1968. He even got to shake his hand. We always left for our trips after Clyde got off work. Clyde would not stop for anything. I would make sandwiches and we’d eat them while he was getting gas in Las Vegas and pee in a bottle if we had to go. One time, Clyde, Carol, Sue and I drove nonstop from Riverside to Longmont, Colorado to visit Jeff and Pauli. Clyde wouldn’t stop at Grand Junction at supper time, so we got there about 7 p.m. I insisted we eat at Mc Donald’s just as we got into Longmont, because it was so late. We bought a light brown Toyota Corolla when Carol was sixteen and just getting her driver’s license. Sue later bought the car from us. (add pic Hazels yard with car & Judy) In the spring of 1973, Clyde, Carol, and I took a five week vacation across the USA to visit Pennsylvania, where Clyde’s ancestors lived for 300 years and where he was born and raised until he was eight years old. Carol was a member of MIA, a group of young girls with the Latter Day Saints (LDS) church. She had attended a Genealogy Class at church and brought the forms to collect Clyde’s genealogy. I was “touched by the bug” and continued working on genealogy for the next thirty years. We stopped at Jeff and Pauli’s in Kansas on the way. (add pic 21 of 53) While there, Jeff’s army band played at a school in Kansas City, Missouri. As the first group was leaving the assembly hall the band played “Jesus Christ Super Star”, that group turned and went back to their seats. The second group piled in around them. After we got back from our vacation, Carol graduated from Ramona High School in 1973.(add pic on pg 20 of 49, 3C) When Susan was graduating from Ramona high school in 1974, she had my graduation picture sitting in the living room and a friend of hers asked her if she had gotten her graduation picture already? We look so much alike. (add picture pg 13 of 49, 2E, pg 47 of 49, 3F, my picture page 1 of 53) (add pic of me on beach on driftwood) add note under pic. Hazel and Jim came to visit and we went to Baja, Mexico. They took a picture of me and Judy put it on a piece of driftwood. 

6th Decade In the spring of 1975, we bought a vacant lot of seven acres in the Ash Mesa Estates in Olathe, Colorado to build a retirement home on. We also bought and moved to the Jurupa House (4642 Jurupa Avenue) in Riverside, California. Jerry married Brenda Sue Grannis on 8 Aug 1975 at Brenda’s parent’s house, but later divorced sometime in the 80’s. They had a son, Aaron Justin, b. 7 May 1979 in Redlands, California. (add pic of Jerry & Brenda wedding) Jeff Benskin, Carol’s boyfriend were driving in a big white Chevy station wagon his dad had given him. He was driving slowly across an intersection on 14th St on a yellow light, when a guy came off the freeway watching their light instead of his own red light and hit the rear end of Jeff’s car and spun them into a light pole. Carol hit her head on the windshield, she still has the scar on her forehead, above her eye. (add pic Carol with injury) Carol later married Jeffrey Stanley Benskin, b. 4 July 1964 in Riverside, California in the Oakland LDS Temple on 12 October 1977 and had her wedding reception at our Jurupa house in the fall of 1977. (add about Carol and Jeff meeting) (add pic of carols cake pg 22 of 49, 2B, 3B 3D) They moved to Morro Bay, California. In 1978 Clyde, I, Jerry, Brenda, Sue and Lloyd visited them there and picked up sea glass that the ocean and sand had smoothed over the years. (add pic of Clyde, I & baby Alex, pg 24 of 49, 1D) There were thousands of monarch butterflies in the trees. (is there a pic of these butterflies? Or add a pic of a monarch butterfly) In June of 1977, Susan and her friend, Susan Sommerfeld were cruising Magnolia Avenue when Lloyd drove up beside her car and said “Your wheels are turning”. She thought he was cute and obviously him her. He motioned for her to follow him into a parking lot. They talked and exchanged numbers. Before she got home, Lloyd called to see if she had given him the right phone number. A year later, they were married at our Jurupa house to Lloyd Ray Broyles, b. 27 September 1956 in Riverside, California on 30 June 1978. The Mormon church made a spaghetti dinner for the guests and Carol made a wonderful carrot cake from scratch (even grinding the wheat into flour) for the wedding cake. Carol was maid of honor, she was pregnant with Alex and Lloyd’s dad was best man. (add pic the wedding grp.) (add pic pg 23 of 53 & pg 22 of 49, 3F)A month later this house was sold. As you walked into the Jurupa house, there was the end of a brick fire place facing you. I had made a large macramé that covered it and a macramé hanging lamp with a plant holder that hung at the front side of the fire place. The people who bought the house insisted I leave these macramé’s. (add pic of macramé pg 20 of 49, 1A) Clyde and I thought it would be fun to retire in Olathe, Colorado having the family reunions in much the same way as we shared family vacations visiting Aunt Hazel and Uncle Jim Reaksecker on their farm. So, in 1977, the Olathe House (add 2 pictures front of the house from Ron‘s pics & back of house pg 23 of 53) (2300 Mesa Drive in Olathe, Colorado) was started being designed by Ron with passive solar southern exposure and Ron and Jerry living in it as they built. We had bought, fixed up and sold houses until we had $6000.00 to buy the Olathe property. The land cost $10,000.00 when we started building. I went to the bank in Delta, Colorado and secured a loan of $51,000.00 on my signature alone and unpaid property. Clyde retired January 23, 1979 from Southern California Edison. He had a year of sick leave due him, so he got full pay for a year, then the retirement pay started. I quit my job at Community Convalescent Center. The Bennett’s had hired a girl to help me, because they knew I was about to leave. The day I quit she started to cry so, Betty Bennett took her to lunch to console her. I felt mad because I thought she should have taken me to lunch on my last day instead of taking the new girl. We stayed with friends Bob and Jenny Rudd and his wife until Clyde and my retirements were settled. While we were living with the Rudd’s, we had a party, all of our children got to invite their friends. Glenn Campbell, Richard Innes and many others came. (add pictures of party, pg 37 of 49, 2E & 2F, 3A, pg 34 of 49, 2B) We moved into the Olathe House in July 1979, just before Sue’s husband, Lloyd had his accident. Clyde (Smitty, as he was referred to by his customers) worked from our garage repairing lawn mowers. He didn’t make a lot of money because he mostly told his customers they had water in their gas tank and didn’t charge them. (add picture 25 of 53) I found work 17 September 1979 as a bookkeeper for Colorow Care Center (a convalescent home for the elderly) and worked there for almost ten years before retiring in 1989. (add picture of me pg. 11 of 49, 3F) I was making $1000.00 a month when I retired. Geri Schmaling was the hairdresser in the convalescent center when I started working there. We became friends immediately. I took her with me to New York where we picked up my cousin, Lela Rowley, Uncle Pat‘s daughter and went genealogy hunting. (add pic group pic-Jenn is the baby, pg 25 of 49, 1E & 1F) We moved to Colorado with our second Toyota. One day I had the car parked to the left of the garage and Clyde backed into it with his Datsun pickup. Clyde ordered a 1991 Toyota Camry from West Slope Auto in Grand Junction. Clyde was so sick, he never got to drive it. In late 1996, Ron helped me buy the 1997 Toyota Camry I have now (2010). He wanted the 1991 for Ira. Ira trashed it, as most kids do their first car. He was seventeen years old. Isn’t it strange that my grandfather was Austin Ira and the Rowley who married a Mayflower woman was Moses. I’m sure Ron and Marcia didn’t know this when they named their son, Ira Moses Smith. This proves my theory that “we choose our parents, our parents don’t choose us.” Clyde never liked to eat and I never learned to cook. He always said he didn’t like meat, but one time I decided to cook tofu instead of meat, he wouldn’t even taste it. When he came into dinner and I was serving steak, he would go back into the garage. Jerry liked his steak rare. He liked hamburger added to dishes because he didn’t have to chew it much. His favorite dish he called “bean mess.” I fried hamburger with onion, soaked up the excess grease with a napkin. Then added a can of dry lima beans, a can of green beans and a can of red kidney beans-all drained and a can of Campbell’s mushroom soup. When I had more to cook for, I put it in the oven with onion rings on top. He liked stuffed bell peppers, which had hamburger with onion, vacuum packed can corn and fresh cut up tomatoes added last if I was doing a stove top dish. I made spaghetti with hamburger and onion and canned tomatoes and scalloped potatoes baked with pork chops on top. I remember in Olathe, I was fixing that for dinner when Ron called. They were in Grand Junction. I added more to the pan and it was done by the time they got there-about 47 miles. And of course salads on ‘individual plates, so everyone had to eat theirs. A lettuce leaf on bottom, grated carrot, cabbage with chunks of orange put in. The orange juice made the dressing. Waldorf salad made with mayonnaise thinned with milk and a little maraschino cherry juice just to give it color. I would add a cherry on top. Potato salad boiled potato cut up with boiled egg and added mayonnaise. Lime jello with crushed pineapple mixed in and when partly set I added spoonfuls of cottage cheese here and there. All on a lettuce leaf, of course. Jerry remembers that we ate fish sticks and tater tots, and chicken fried steak, and potato soup served with grilled cheese sandwiches every Sunday. The Sizzler restaurant had just opened in Riverside with entries like Malibu Chicken which is chicken with ham on top and cheese melted over that, plus a salad bar. This is one of my favorite restaurants and meal. When we first moved to Olathe, I invited Hazel and Judy’s family over for dinner. I tried to make Malibu chicken, it was a disaster. I made ice tea in a gallon jar and I only put in one tea bag, that’s how stupid I was. I was so embarrassed, I never cooked for them again. Now, if I can’t microwave it, I don’t eat it. I don’t know how to turn on my oven and if I try to cook something like beet greens-I walk out of the room and the house fills with smoke, I have to throw away the pan. (add pic pg 25 of 49, 1F, add note) Reunion in Olathe, Colorado in 1982

Summer 1984 Family Reunion A reunion was held at the Olathe House. We went to Ouray, Colorado for a picnic and swim at the hot springs pool. (add pic of family group sitting a table-maybe Sue took pic) Clyde built a go-cart for the grandkids. Jerry had Jennifer on his lap and raced down the driveway and landed in the ditch. We also bought a swing set for when the grandkids came. We bought a couple of horses, one was green broke and bucked Clyde off. I never could make a horse go. We had peacocks, (they were a nuisance strutting in front of the downstairs windows pooping on the walk) ducks and Araucana chickens-they lay colored eggs. Clyde and I attended the dedication and ribbon cutting ceremony of the Olathe Community Center. This project was called the John Harold Project, the Chairman of the Democratic Committee and my boss at Colorow. The dedication speech was given from Congressman Ray Kogovsek. Article with pictures of Clyde and I are in The Montrose Daily Press Vol. 77 No. 32 Monday, 20 August 1984 and the Olathe Sun Vol. II No. 21, 24 August 1984. (add pic Clyde talking to congressman, pg 25 of 53) A Louisiana Pacific (LP) wafer board Plant opened in the Uncompahgre River Valley north of Olathe, Colorado causing a great deal of toxic air pollution in the area. Clyde and I got involved fighting this pollution by joining the Western Colorado Congress (WCC). We had our picture in the Denver Post, Sunday, 2 December 1984. (add pic pg 26 & 27 of 53) Clyde hated it because the officials would agree we had a problem, but at meetings it was all jobs, jobs, jobs-LP was great! The Uncompahgre River flowed north below my Olathe property to the Gunnison River at Confluence Park in North West Delta, Colorado. They made a lake in the V of the rivers. It had a mile walk around the lake. If you followed the walk along the two rivers, it was about five miles. There was a suspension bridge across the Uncompahgre River and if you walked out on the bridge, you could see the water flowing into the Gunnison River. There were beavers, deer, fox and lots of Heron and other birds. The park is the thing I miss the most about living in Colorado. (add picture of Ira walking across this bridge-Jerry has it) Jerry married Sharon Ann (Scott) Beeson, b. ??-??-?? on 19 January 1985 at their house in Crestline, California. Jerry and Sharon had met in Phoenix, Arizona. He was playing with a band, but, Brenda would not go to Arizona, because they had been having marital problems. Someone in the band introduced him to Sharon. She had an eight year old son named Dustin Beeson, b. 24 September 1974. (add pic pg 39 of 49, 3D, 3E) Ron married Marcia Kuhlman on 21 April 1985 in Susan’s Belvedere Drive backyard. They met at a Halloween party. Ron and friends, Kenny Kimes and Jim Mc Curdy went to what’s called “The Shed,” a popular party pad-shed behind the home of Jed Thornton. The Thornton family was a big catholic family, so the boys moved into the shed in the back yard. Kenny Kimes, girlfriend, Cynthia and three other girls were there, one was Marcia. (add pic pg 29 of 53, & pg 26 of 49,2A) At about age fifteen, Little Jeff had a problem, so Jeff and Pauli brought him to our house. He was mad at the world until we started building a fence around our property. He really liked helping. (add pic Geoff w/hand on his forehead) Clyde’s sister, Fay took their mother Margaret to Roseburg, Douglas County, Oregon. She sold her eighty thousand dollar mobile home and gave the money to Fay and Larry to buy a diary. They lost the dairy anyway. (add pic of Margaret when she was sick) Margaret d. 20 March 1985 in Roseburg, Oregon. Because there was no funeral, Clyde didn’t talk to me for two months. He slept in the basement, wrote me a letter wanting a divorce and grieved. Carol found this letter and my return letter to him in some of my papers. “Funeral’s are for the living, not the dead.” “You’ve got to have closure.” Margaret was cremated and the ashes sent to Maria Elena, Jay Ward’s ex-wife. She buried the ashes in Norma’s gravesite (Margaret’s daughter who was born and died the same day on 17 December 1940) at Evergreen cemetery in Riverside, California. Clyde and I paid our own money to put a marker on the grave site for both. Clyde’s other siblings, Jean and Wilbur had died before Margaret. Sister Lois and Clyde only got $5000.00 each of inheritance money from their mother. “We figured it didn’t make us or break us.” Life for Clyde and I eventually got back to normal.  

7th Decade In 1986, Clyde and I went to see Carol and family on McAlpine Street in Everett, Washington. We went to see the Bushard Gardens and Mount Baker. (add pics pg 28 of 49, 1E,2A, 3B) Christmas 1986 A bunch of grand kids arrived starting with Carol and Jeff’s son, Alex Jeffrey Benskin, b. 8 July 1978 in San Luis Obispo, California; then Jerry and Brenda’s Aaron Justin Smith, b. 7 May 1979 in Redlands, California; Susan and Lloyd’s daughter, Jennifer Noelle Broyles born on Christmas 1979 in Fontana, California (Aunt Carol attending the birth); Ira Moses born to Ron and Marcia on 5 February 1280 in Santa Cruz, California; Carol and Jeff’s son, Malcolm Peter Benskin, b. 30 October 1980 in Santa Maria, California; Jerry and Sharon Ann Scott’s children, Sara Margaret Smith, b. 10 May 1983 in Phoenix, Arizona, and Clyde Scott Smith on 15 May 1984 in San Bernardino, California. The reason I remember the grandkids birthdays is because Alex was born 7-8 of 78 and weighted 7 lbs and 8 oz. Sing: We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas We wish you a Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year

Summer 1987 Family Reunion In 1987, we had another family reunion. Alex had his 9th birthday party in my basement. (add pic.) As usual, we went to Ouray. There was a hot air balloon show in Montrose that we all attended. I made a slip and slide with a long piece of plastic for the Grandkids. (add lots of pics pg 29 of 49, & pg 30 of 49, 1A) (add pic of group w/dusty leaning on Clyde, pg 24 of 53) In 1987, Jeff and Pauli bought the house they live in at High Land Lake in August of 1987. They didn’t get to move in until December. They closed on a Thursday and were to move in on Friday, but the man who was moving out was draining his water bed and forgot to unplug it. He took his son to town for something to eat and the house caught fire. A neighbor boy saw the smoke and called 911. The insurance company completely rebuilt the house and paid for Jeff and Pauli to rent where they were till it was completed. (add pic of Jeff’s house, pg 32 of 49, 1B, 1C, Lake Mead, 3B) Sister Julia had diabetes really bad. We were there to visit them once and she set on the couch next to me. Her foot was black, because she was taking a can of juice out of the freezer and it dropped on her foot. She was legally blind and couldn’t see how bad her foot was, so she wouldn’t let a doctor amputate it. Gene soaked and cleaned it every day, so she didn’t get gangrene. She later got Legionnaires disease and died 27 November 1987 at Mc Cord Air base in Pierce County, Washington. She was cremated and her ashes buried under a rosebush in their yard in Eatonville, Washington. They had three children, Ernest Fredrick Wold, b. 2 August 1949, William Earl Wold, b. 18 March 1952 and Bertha Mary, b. 15 July 1959. Bertha married Kelly George Rutherford on 17 April 1979. They had two children Ian Alexander, b. 10 November 1988 and Julia Ann, b. 12 December 1989. Bertha and her husband still live in her parents’ house. In 1988, Clyde and I got cowboy outfits in Olathe. That faze didn’t last long, so I finally gave my boots to a coworker at Colorow for her son. A woman’s size eight is the same as a boy’s size six. He was tickled to get them. (add pic of me and clyde in outfits) We got a black cockerpoo dog named Pooch. I took him on walks every morning. We ate a lot of Tillamook cheese for snacks and because the dog begged we both feed it. It got sick and was costing a dollar a day for pills. Clyde had him put to sleep. Later Clyde heard on the radio, a lady in Grand Junction was giving away a tan cockerpoo dog named Buffy. Our neighbor Bob Shank went with Clyde to pick up the dog. Clyde would get up at 6 a.m. and go to the Olathe restaurant for coffee. I would walk the dog. We did the same with Buffy - fed him cheese when he begged. After Clyde died the dog got so sick and the Vet said he had a liver problem he could do nothing for. I had the Vet put him to sleep. On one of my many walks there were old dumps all over, close by our house. There were lots of glass bottles and such laying around, so I collected a lot of old brown bottles and put them in my windows at the house, because the boys had put in tan drapes that I thought were ugly. I had quite a collection with every window full. I gave them to Sue and started collecting all colors of art glass. She still has some of the old brown bottles displayed in Lloyd western motif bathroom. (add pic of my collection of colored glass that Ron took) One trip, we were going to Riverside through Durango in the motor home. It was dark and we hit a herd of cattle that were on the highway . It knocked out the lights on the motor home and we had to limp all the way into Delores to get the lights fixed. Another time, in Utah a herd of deer jumped into our path. One bounced off the car, but jumped up and ran off. We used to come to visit Susan and Jerry in California and stay for a long while a few times a year. We’d park the motor home in Sue’s driveway and sleep in it. On one visit, we got up for the morning and Sue’s sink was full of dirty dishes. I said “were going to Sears and buy you a dish washer.” So, Jen, Susan and I did. When we got home Lloyd had washed the dishes. The new washer just fit where one of the cabinets had been. There is nothing worse than dish water that has turned rancid, smelly, and slimy. “God bless the one who invented the electric dish washer.” I tried to buy Carol a dishwasher in Marysville, Washington, but she said, “no.” The next time I visited, Malcolm told his mother “if she wants to buy a dishwasher, don’t you say no.” (add pic pg 33 of 49, 1A, 1B) On the way home from Jeff’s, Clyde was driving the motor home on the Cripple Creek road, when some idiot raced around a corner and Clyde had to drive into the ditch to avoid a collision. Clyde was diagnosed with Mesotheloma in October of 1989 (what a 64th birthday present for me). The doctor said he would die in a year and to take a trip to Italy and enjoy what he could, but I would have none of that. He bought a Nissan 280z sports car. We drove the Z car to Riverside to take Clyde to UCLA medical center for a second opinion and they performed surgery, as a result he lived a year and one month. Clyde wasn’t able to drive and I would not drive the Z car, because of the snow and it was stick shift, which I never learned well. So, we took Amtrak back home to Olathe and left the car at Sue’s. Carol and Sue drove it to Colorado for us in the summer. We dropped Clyde off at Jeff and Pauli’s in Mead, Colorado and then traveled to York County, Nebraska to see where my father’s family once lived. The family names that have history in Nebraska are Moberly and Gudgel. Carol and I were interested in genealogy research, but Susan wanted to go to the antique shops. One was in the basement of some people’s house, it had the most beautiful lighting. The second shop we stopped at was out of town a way. We asked the owner what the large building next to them was. He said it was a meat rendering plant that hired Mexicans. The Mexicans lived in a house across the road by the river three deep…some working, some sleeping, some with free time-three shifts. The managers of the plant lived in the town. (add pic of Clyde & Jerry upstairs pg 37 of 49, 2D) (add pic of the Clarion Feb. 1990, pg 28 of 53 full page) Clyde got so sick he needed caregivers around the clock. We sold the Motor home that he had built years earlier to afford them, then we received $250,000.00 from the lawyer to continue affording the caregivers. I tried the whole time he was sick to make him well, but it just didn’t work. I tell my kids to not do me that way. His last words to me were, “If I die, will you still get the money?” All of the kids came to Clyde’s death, Jeff arriving last. Clyde waited for him and died soon after on November 18, 1990 in the Delta County Memorial Hospital. All of the kids stayed for the funeral and for Thanksgiving. Clyde was buried in the Olathe Memorial Cemetery. I received a large settlement for Clyde’s wrongful death being exposed to asbestos at Southern California Edison. I was able to outright buy my house, live comfortably, and share with my kids. (add pic of funeral, pg 29 of 53) Throughout our marriage whenever we came to opposite points of view, Clyde was always right; literally he was always right. It was disgusting. While he had a bad inferiority complex; he truly was very smart. On his death bed he told one of the caregivers to tell me that “he thought I was a very smart lady”. I guess he had never told me. We were very codependent, but it was a good forty four years. Too bad the “old goat” had to die twenty years ago, I’ve missed him. Sometimes when Clyde and I had a disagreement, I would get in the car and drive down the road cussing at the top of my lungs so no one could hear. “Shit”------that’s my word. I say it every time I get perturbed. We used to say we spoke “French” or “pardon my French” whenever we said a dirty word. I think I’ve learned “French” pretty well during my eighty five years. Sue says “shit happens, then you die.” I tell her she’s wrong, more shit happens and more shit happens, until finally your old ticker gives up. “God never met for life to be easy.” When I’d run into my ex boss from CCC, John Harold, he was always asking me when I was going to get a man. I’d say “I’m free, white and twenty one, what do I need with a man?” The next time he asked me, I told him I was waiting for him to get my age. After Clyde’s funeral, I went home with Carol to Washington, they were having a very hard winter.

Clyde was born on Backstreet two doors down from the old Allegheny Male and Female Seminary built in1854 in Rainsburg, PA. He attended first grade in the old Male and Female Academy there. They moved to California when he was about 8 years old.

Grandson, Jeffery Lynn Smith, Jr., (Geoff) did the baptism, endowment, and sealing for Clyde the day before his own wedding at the LDS Temple in Oakland, CA, 24 Aug 1996.

He was a painter and a mechanic for Southern California Edison for 28 years. He died of Mesothelioma, a cancer caused by working with asbestos.

Clyde took Art lessons at the Old Girls School in Riverside in 1939-1940 on the NRA Program. He also worked as a bouncer for the dances held there twice a week. The building was demolished in the 1950's.

Burial

Burial:

Date: 21 NOV 1990

Place: Olathe Cem., Olathe, Montrose, CO

Military

According to the story written by Beulah Mae Moberly Smith. "Clyde had enlisted in the (Army) Air Force at March Field near Riverside, California in 1940. He went from there to McCord Air Base near Everett, Washington. " In 1947 "Clyde lost his job at Crestmore (Cresmer) Manufacturing Company two months after we were married so, he rejoined the Air Force and I got a job at Sears working in retail. In May 1947 Clyde was given a choice to get out of the Army because of being married or go to Korea."

^[1]From "Army of the United States Honorable Discharge" Clyde Smith first enlisted Sept 12 1940 mustered out September 1945 He served in the European North African Mid East campaign. He reenlisted Aug 8 1946 Mustered out Mar 8 1947 Clyde W. Smith was Honorably Discharged September 15, 1945.

^[2]Clyde reregistered for the draft 18 September 1945 in Riverside, California, United States. Listed on the form: Name: Clyde Wilmont Smith; Race: White; Residence Place: Riverside; Military Draft Registration Date: 18 Sep 1945; Military Draft Registration Place: Riverside, California, United States; Birth Date: 15 Mar 1920; Birth Place: Rainsburg, Pennsylvania; Weight: 150; Hair Color: Brown; Complexion: Ruddy; Occupation Employer: Cresmer MFG Co; Eye Color: Blue; Height: 5 6;

^[3]Clyde reenlisted in the Army Air Corps 8 August 1946 in March Fld, Riverside, California, United States.

^[4]Clyde reenlisted 8 Aug 1946 as an AUTOMOTIVE EQUIPMENT OPERATOR: Drove all vehicles 2 ton capacity and less. Serviced and made minor adjustments to all vehicles. Served at March field Riverside CA. mustered out 15 Mar 1947. Enlisted Record and Report of Separation Honorable Discharge 15 March 1947.

In the 1950 census Clyde (age 30), Service Station Attendant, was the married head of household in Riverside, Riverside, California, United States.^[5]

Clyde's son Clyde Julius Smith died on 23 June 1960 in Renton, King, Washington.^[6]

Sources

1. ↑ US, WWII Army Enlistment Records, 1938-1946 Army of the United States Honorable Discharge
   Not fond on Fold3 uploaded from my moms family files
   (http://familysearch.org/patron/source/photoId/192966093 : 24 February 2024)
2. ↑ "California, World War II Draft Registration Cards, 1940-1945"
   citing Affiliate Publication Title: World War II Draft Registration Cards for California, 1940-1947; Affiliate Publication Number: 7644723; Digital film/folder number: 103829491; Image number: 444
   FamilySearch Record: QGXY-P6PG (accessed 24 February 2024)
   FamilySearch Image: 3Q9M-CS2K-Q7BN-Y
3. ↑ "United States World War II Army Enlistment Records, 1938-1946"
   citing "Electronic Army Serial Number Merged File, ca. 1938-1946," database, The National Archives: Access to Archival Databases (AAD) (http://aad.archives.gov : National Archives and Records Administration, 2002); NARA NAID 1263923, National Archives at College Park, Maryland
   FamilySearch Record: KMX1-XB1 (accessed 24 February 2024)
4. ↑ Record and Report of Separation Honorable Discharge
   Beulah Mae Smith family files
   (http://familysearch.org/patron/source/photoId/192968461 : 24 February 2024)
5. ↑ 1950 Census: "United States 1950 Census"
   citing Page: 6; Line: 25; Digital film/folder number: 108827370; Image number: 7
   FamilySearch Record: 6XG6-M84G (accessed 24 February 2024)
   FamilySearch Image: 3QHN-PQH7-1S2R-3
   Clyde W Smith (30), married, Service Station Attendant, head of household in Riverside, Riverside, California, United States. Born in Pennsylvania.
6. ↑ Death of son Clyde Julius Smith: "Washington Death Certificates, 1907-1960"
   citing Renton, King, Washington, reference 12497, Bureau of Vital Statistics, Olympia; FHL microfilm 2,034,034
   FamilySearch Record: N31Y-8ZK (accessed 24 February 2024)
   Clyde Smith in death record for son Clyde Julius Smith 23 Jun 1960 in Renton, King, Washington.

• "The Life and Times of Beulah Mae Moberly Smith", my mom writing her life with Clyde Smith.
• First hand information by Gerald Smith through the import of csmith geneology.ged on Feb 27, 2015.