More Grandfather Pacey
Of this person the first thought that comes into my mind is "jolly". A tailor in the backroom at the Myer and Frank department store his pride was in his workmanship rather than the "I can make it big attitude of the 1920's." While he treasured an article in the Oregonian proclaiming him the king of pants cuffers for cuffing a fantastic number of pairs of pants during a sale, he would exclaim, "He must have been a Bootlegger!" at the mention of someone who had property or other assets.
I remember attending a family picnic at the old Jantzen Beach Amusement Park in Portland. Grandfather disappeared for sometime only to be seen with a throng of about fifteen children heading for the ice cream concession.
He had encountered other members of the family also out for the day and their children had to be treated to ice cream. With or without ice cream Uncle Pacey was their hero.
Grandfather P was not the greatest businessman. It is said that he spent a lot of time in a pool parlor. On one occasion a man a man walked in and proclaimed that he would bet anyone a dollar that it would rain that very day. Grandfather called out that he would cover the bet. Everyone had a laugh at his expense as the man's coat and umbrella were soaked.
In 1890's the Willamette River flooded. Grandfather came home to find his wife up to her knees in floodwater with her infant son on a floating dining room table. He had had enough of that. He moved to San Francisco. After the 1906 earthquake shook down most of San Francisco, he took his family back to Portland.
At a post office auction grandfather bought a steamer trunk that covered most of the free space in his small bedroombu no fortune hidden in a secret drawer. He also bought a bamboo fishing rod with a large reel and a line heavy enough for marlin which stood him in good stead when he hooked and landed a three foot sand shark from the beach at Seaside.
Of this person the first thought that comes into my mind is "jolly". A tailor in the backroom at the Myer and Frank department store his pride was in his workmanship rather than the "I can make it big attitude of the 1920's." While he treasured an article in the Oregonian proclaiming him the king of pants cuffers for cuffing a fantastic number of pairs of pants during a sale, he would exclaim, "He must have been a Bootlegger!" at the mention of someone who had property or other assets.
I remember attending a family picnic at the old Jantzen Beach Amusement Park in Portland. Grandfather disappeared for sometime only to be seen with a throng of about fifteen children heading for the ice cream concession.
He had encountered other members of the family also out for the day and their children had to be treated to ice cream. With or without ice cream Uncle Pacey was their hero.
Grandfather P was not the greatest businessman. It is said that he spent a lot of time in a pool parlor. On one occasion a man a man walked in and proclaimed that he would bet anyone a dollar that it would rain that very day. Grandfather called out that he would cover the bet. Everyone had a laugh at his expense as the man's coat and umbrella were soaked.
In 1890's the Willamette River flooded. Grandfather came home to find his wife up to her knees in floodwater with her infant son on a floating dining room table. He had had enough of that. He moved to San Francisco. After the 1906 earthquake shook down most of San Francisco, he took his family back to Portland.
At a post office auction grandfather bought a steamer trunk that covered most of the free space in his small bedroombu no fortune hidden in a secret drawer. He also bought a bamboo fishing rod with a large reel and a line heavy enough for marlin which stood him in good stead when he hooked and landed a three foot sand shark from the beach at Seaside.
posted by Alan L. Barer at 8:49 PM
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Very good and interesting. Maybe you can see a few words about Grandmother Barer soon!
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