Saturday, April 20, 2019
Cornthwaite Family - Andrew J. Gibbs - page 3
Taps Sounded for Aged Veteran, A. J. Giggs, 86 at Home Here, Thursday
A..J. Gibbs, formerly of Richmond but lately of this city, died at his home here last Thursday afternoon. He was a veteran of the Civil war and a member of the G. A. R. He had lived in Wayne county all his life.
He was united in marriage five weeks ago to Mrs. Mary Kimmer. the ceremony being performed by Rev. J. Ira Jones of Richmond, in the G. A. R. post rooms at the courthouse.
He is survived by his widow; one son, T. S. Gibbs of Battle Creek, Mich; anad two grandchildren and three great-grandchildren; three brothers ad two sisters.
Funeral services were held Sunday morning at the Methodist church in Fountain City, Reb. Scott officiating. Interment in Willow Grove cemetery at that place.
Mr. Gibbs was known to his wide circle of friends as "Uncle Jack". Death was attributed to pneumonia. He had been confined to his bed for two weeks.
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Cornthwaite Family - Andrew J. Gibbs Page 2
G 1 13 [regiment]
Andrew J. Gibbs Paw [?], Co. D, 13 Reg't W. Va. Infantry.
Appears on
Reginmental Descriptive book
of the regiment named above.
DESCRIPTION.
Age 18 years; height 5 feet 9 1/2 inches.
Complexion dark
Eyes grey; hair dark
Where born Masen Co., Va.
Occupation Farmer
ENLISTMENT.
When Aug. 19, 1862.
Where Hartford City
By whom S. Williams; term 3 y'rs.
Remarks: Mustered into U.S. Service Oct 8/62 at Pt. Pleasant by R.R. Crawford
Record from:
1862 Gibbs muster record. Fold3.com. 20 April 2019.
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Cornthwaite Family - Mary Elizabeth Cornthwaite page 5
Obituary of Mary Elizabeth Cornthwaite Clark Kimmer Gibbs. [Ancestry.com]Mrs. Mary K Gibbs, 83 years old, died at the home of her brother Squire Cornthwaite, Friday.
Funeral services were held at the Krone & Son chapel, Sunday afternoon.
The survivors are the brother; one sister Mrs. Alice Hebble of Shawnee, Okla; and one son Dan Clark.
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Cornthwaite Family - Mary Elizabeth Cornthwaite page 4
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Cornthwaite Family - Mary Elizabeth Cornthwaite page 3
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Clarke Family - Joseph Lane Clarke page 2
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Cornthwaite Family - Robert Lytle Cornthwaite page 2
This record was found at:
FamilySearch.org, Ohio County marriages, 1789 - 2013, Butler [County] Marriage records 1847 - 1862 Vol 3. Image 67 of 206. 9 February 2023.
Their marriage was recorded on 14 June 1851, on page 118.
The number on the marriage license was 1443.
The recording states that-
"Married on the 8th day of June 1851 by Rev Henry Kumler Robert L. Cornthwaite and Mary M Good."
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Cornthwaite Family - Mary Elizabeth Cornthwaite page 1
I believe that this is a picture of Mary Elizabeth Cornthwaite Clarke Kimmer Gibbs. I do not know if this is one of two pictures the same day - possibly for her marriage to Joseph Lane Clark or not.
I was able to take this picture at the Lindgren Family Reunion in
Santa Ana California on January 24th 2020. It is from the red velvet photo album that was brought to the reunion by Karen Louise Lindgren Bradford. Thank you for sharing!
I believe that Helen Louise Clarke Lindgren wrote the name at the bottom of the picture. It is probable that she went through the picture album and wrote in the names after talking with here mother, Anne Lillian Schaffer Clark Meredith.
I was able to take this picture at the Lindgren Family Reunion in
Santa Ana California on January 24th 2020. It is from the red velvet photo album that was brought to the reunion by Karen Louise Lindgren Bradford. Thank you for sharing!I believe that Helen Louise Clarke Lindgren wrote the name at the bottom of the picture. It is probable that she went through the picture album and wrote in the names after talking with here mother, Anne Lillian Schaffer Clark Meredith.
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Cornthwaite Family - Robert Lyttle Cornthwaite page 3
This is Robert Lytle Cornthwaite's 2nd marriage certificate.
Friday, April 12, 2019
Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - Kimm Richardson - page 20
"Before there were BFF's Kimm was my BFF."
Brian and Kimm met because our parents went to the same church, the First Christian Church of Anaheim. I don't remember exactly how we first met.
One of the highlights of the church sponsorship was that many of the junior and senior high schools, would go to church camp every summer, around the end of June. The church camp was owned and sponsored by a group of Christian throughout Southern California.
Church camp was the highlight of summer vacation for me. I remember starting around when I was in junior high school, my parents would prepare the campgrounds for summer camping. This was in the mountains about 15-20 miles northwest of La Canada. That was Memorial Day weekend that the Indianapolis 500 ran.
Church camp was a week long activity, starting on a Monday and come home the next Saturday.
I don't remember too many activities that we did except that we would have a bon fire every night. We would sing and tell stories. Some nights had special activities such as snipe hunting" - look it up.
On the first night we would have a get together in the dining hall where all the kids of all ages, would meet, and we were challenged to introduce ourselves and meet as many individuals we didn't know and we would get a prize for the most number of kids met.
We would go to other churches throughout the year and see those kids again.
The areas were divided by sexes. They were log cabins, which slept about 16 people each.
Kimm and I would attend together. Our church would get sweatshirts for all of us that said "Anaheim" on the back. Other churches did the same. One year we turned our sweatshirts backwards so everyone could see where we were from for the camp picture.
When Kimm and I got to high school age, we would hang out alot together. Kimm would represent Anaheim High on the water polo team. I had no particular high school sport that I wanted to play on.
Later we would help each other modify cars.
I had a 56 Chevy
Kimm had a 51 Chevy slant back.
We both graduated high school in the summer of 1964. In June of 1964 Brian ad Kimm Richardson worked at by the beach or slept after the ice job. We would haul ice in.
Kimm and I both went to Fullerton JC in September of 1964. That didn't last long for me because I got tired of going to school in September of 195.
I joined the CG in 1966. Kimm joined the Navy.
If I had told my buddy Kimm Richardson that I was joining he said that he would have gone with me but we would only have been in boot camp. After that we would have been split up based on the results of testing and personal preferences.
He completed his four years in the Navy serving on submarines.
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Brian and Kimm met because our parents went to the same church, the First Christian Church of Anaheim. I don't remember exactly how we first met.
One of the highlights of the church sponsorship was that many of the junior and senior high schools, would go to church camp every summer, around the end of June. The church camp was owned and sponsored by a group of Christian throughout Southern California.
Church camp was the highlight of summer vacation for me. I remember starting around when I was in junior high school, my parents would prepare the campgrounds for summer camping. This was in the mountains about 15-20 miles northwest of La Canada. That was Memorial Day weekend that the Indianapolis 500 ran.
Church camp was a week long activity, starting on a Monday and come home the next Saturday.
I don't remember too many activities that we did except that we would have a bon fire every night. We would sing and tell stories. Some nights had special activities such as snipe hunting" - look it up.
On the first night we would have a get together in the dining hall where all the kids of all ages, would meet, and we were challenged to introduce ourselves and meet as many individuals we didn't know and we would get a prize for the most number of kids met.
We would go to other churches throughout the year and see those kids again.
The areas were divided by sexes. They were log cabins, which slept about 16 people each.
Kimm and I would attend together. Our church would get sweatshirts for all of us that said "Anaheim" on the back. Other churches did the same. One year we turned our sweatshirts backwards so everyone could see where we were from for the camp picture.
When Kimm and I got to high school age, we would hang out alot together. Kimm would represent Anaheim High on the water polo team. I had no particular high school sport that I wanted to play on.
Later we would help each other modify cars.
I had a 56 Chevy
Kimm had a 51 Chevy slant back.
We both graduated high school in the summer of 1964. In June of 1964 Brian ad Kimm Richardson worked at by the beach or slept after the ice job. We would haul ice in.
Kimm and I both went to Fullerton JC in September of 1964. That didn't last long for me because I got tired of going to school in September of 195.
I joined the CG in 1966. Kimm joined the Navy.
If I had told my buddy Kimm Richardson that I was joining he said that he would have gone with me but we would only have been in boot camp. After that we would have been split up based on the results of testing and personal preferences.
He completed his four years in the Navy serving on submarines.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 19
4 Years in the Coast Guard - Thank You to my Uncle Sam!
After graduating from Magnolia High School, Brian started to attend Fullerton Junior College.
He took general education courses but soon grew tired and bored with the courses and decided to drop out of school in his fourth semester. (P.S. He didn't tell the school he was dropping out - he just didn't go back!)
Brian went down to the Coast Guard recruiting station and told them he wanted to sign up for that service.
He was told by the officer there that they currently had no openings, but that his name could be put on a waiting list. So - he did.
3 months later his mother was by herself at home when the phone call came. Pat had no idea that Brian had put his name on the recruitor's list. She took down the message for Brian when he came home. Pat told Brian that the Coast Guard recruiter called and said he could come on down and sign up - which he did.
Shortly after he signed up, his parents saw him off to Govenor's Island. The island is just off the coast from Alameda California. Basic training lasted 6 weeks.
One story he recalls from boot camp was when the new recruits were standing at attention for inspection, the officer was inspecting the group. When he came to Brian he looked him over carefully from head to toe, then takes a step back and REALLY scrutinizes him. The officer comes forward - practically nose to nose with Brian - grabs his under shirt up to Brian's eye level.
"Give me 50!!" was the officers only statement.
Brian - in the mean time - had not quite figured out why he was doing 50 push ups. It wasn't until later that he realized that his t-shirt was inside out!
Brian recalls - "I was trying not to laugh, and focusing on what he was showing me right into my face!"
After boot camp he was assigned to Electronics School in Groton Connecticut.
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After graduating from Magnolia High School, Brian started to attend Fullerton Junior College.
He took general education courses but soon grew tired and bored with the courses and decided to drop out of school in his fourth semester. (P.S. He didn't tell the school he was dropping out - he just didn't go back!)
Brian went down to the Coast Guard recruiting station and told them he wanted to sign up for that service.
He was told by the officer there that they currently had no openings, but that his name could be put on a waiting list. So - he did.
3 months later his mother was by herself at home when the phone call came. Pat had no idea that Brian had put his name on the recruitor's list. She took down the message for Brian when he came home. Pat told Brian that the Coast Guard recruiter called and said he could come on down and sign up - which he did.
Shortly after he signed up, his parents saw him off to Govenor's Island. The island is just off the coast from Alameda California. Basic training lasted 6 weeks.
One story he recalls from boot camp was when the new recruits were standing at attention for inspection, the officer was inspecting the group. When he came to Brian he looked him over carefully from head to toe, then takes a step back and REALLY scrutinizes him. The officer comes forward - practically nose to nose with Brian - grabs his under shirt up to Brian's eye level.
"Give me 50!!" was the officers only statement.
Brian - in the mean time - had not quite figured out why he was doing 50 push ups. It wasn't until later that he realized that his t-shirt was inside out!
Brian recalls - "I was trying not to laugh, and focusing on what he was showing me right into my face!"
After boot camp he was assigned to Electronics School in Groton Connecticut.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 18
From what I can tell this is a picture of Brian on his 12th birthday.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 17
I was a Boy Scout.
One of the neatest things we did is we took a trip to Utah's Bryce canyon. There was a dozen boys and three adults. We had a 3 car caravan to get there. It was a 1 or 2 night trip.
We camped one night on the way, at the Grand Canyon.
I remember the bumpiness of the hand rail on the Grand Canyon that had been worn smooth by everyone holding onto the rail because they didn't want to fall down into the canyon.
Kim Richardson was in the troop with me ([we] met through the Boy Scouts and the church).
We started off on a
mountain meadow with a river running through it. We headed south and the river started cutting down through the canyon and the walls were 30-40 feet high in the deepest part of the canyon. We were going to do this river hike and stay overnight in one section.
It was a 7 mile hike. We cut out felt pads to pad the bottom of our sneakers more for the hike, so they weren't so slick on the rocks. We each had a walking staff. We got down to the canyon walls [which] were 12 - 15 feet apart
- that was before people thought about flash floods.
On another camping trip we went to Irvine Park - a 30 minute drive on county roads. They were 1 or 2 night camp outs. The Marines from Pendleton brought a trailer tank for water.
We did all sorts of "Boy Scout" activities including [learning] how to tie ropes. That's were I learned how to tie taut lines - to adjust the tension on a rope, depending on the length or tightness of the rope.
That's [also] where I learned to drink coffee. It took a fair amount of cream and sugar going into the coffee.
My folks let one of the troup leaders drive the family car - a 57 Chevy - on the trip. I guess my dad had a company car because he worked at Long Beach which was a 45 minute drive to work.
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One of the neatest things we did is we took a trip to Utah's Bryce canyon. There was a dozen boys and three adults. We had a 3 car caravan to get there. It was a 1 or 2 night trip.
We camped one night on the way, at the Grand Canyon. I remember the bumpiness of the hand rail on the Grand Canyon that had been worn smooth by everyone holding onto the rail because they didn't want to fall down into the canyon.
We started off on a
mountain meadow with a river running through it. We headed south and the river started cutting down through the canyon and the walls were 30-40 feet high in the deepest part of the canyon. We were going to do this river hike and stay overnight in one section.
It was a 7 mile hike. We cut out felt pads to pad the bottom of our sneakers more for the hike, so they weren't so slick on the rocks. We each had a walking staff. We got down to the canyon walls [which] were 12 - 15 feet apart
On another camping trip we went to Irvine Park - a 30 minute drive on county roads. They were 1 or 2 night camp outs. The Marines from Pendleton brought a trailer tank for water.
That's [also] where I learned to drink coffee. It took a fair amount of cream and sugar going into the coffee.
My folks let one of the troup leaders drive the family car - a 57 Chevy - on the trip. I guess my dad had a company car because he worked at Long Beach which was a 45 minute drive to work.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 16
Summer Boy Scout Camp - CAMP AHWAHNE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA July 15 1958
D3877
We had a car wash to raise money for the trip [to the Boy Scout Jamboree].
We went to [the] Boy Scout Jamboree one weekend and we elected to build an observation tower from the old dead trees or tree limbs, and we lashed it together for the tower which was about 12 feet high. We got a ribbon for our effort.
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We had a car wash to raise money for the trip [to the Boy Scout Jamboree].
We went to [the] Boy Scout Jamboree one weekend and we elected to build an observation tower from the old dead trees or tree limbs, and we lashed it together for the tower which was about 12 feet high. We got a ribbon for our effort.©All rights reserved by Pathways in Genealogy. 2018 - 2021. No part of this website/blog may be reproduced without the express written permission from the owner.
Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 15
Our house on Nutwood - the bus would come pick us up and go to Loara Elementary about 2-2.5 miles away from home.
The next year I attended James Madison Elementary School in 1955. It was a quarter mile away. Mom would let me ride my bike to school on the county road which was 1 lane.
I went to James Madison for years 5th and 6th.
My first Junior High was at a school that was 3-4 miles away. Later on they built a junior high across the street from our Nutwood house.
Trident Junior High was 7th, 8th and 9th grade. Our room was in a quanset hut "come hot or cold weather".
I was then bused to another school for 10th grade.
I went to Magnolia High School for the 11th and 12th grades.
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My first Junior High was at a school that was 3-4 miles away. Later on they built a junior high across the street from our Nutwood house.
Trident Junior High was 7th, 8th and 9th grade. Our room was in a quanset hut "come hot or cold weather".
I was then bused to another school for 10th grade.
I went to Magnolia High School for the 11th and 12th grades.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 14
"We didn't have our own water well - we were in an agricultural area with a concrete block cistern. It was hooked up to the agricultural water distribution system, for the orange groves. There were 6 or 7 other houses that used the same cistern. We had to drive and get water out of the stand pipe with gate valves. You had to stand on the pipe so the water would flow into another pipe, such as the one going to our cistern. One went to the north about a quarter of a mile to four other residences besides ourselves.
"We had to fill the cistern every other week. It would take about an hour between turning the pump on and off.
"When I got to be bigger I could run the system myself but I couldn't drive yet, so mom would drive me down there. The 30 horse motor would bring the water out and into the gravity system. It wasn't pressurized. Once you turned the water on it would take 12-15 minutes to build up in the pipe so it would go to fill our cistern. We would tell the others who used the water that we were going to fill our cistern, [and] would they want us to fill theirs. Our was a 15 square foot, and about 10 feet deep with a hatch cover and a steel pipe ladder on the side.
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"We had to fill the cistern every other week. It would take about an hour between turning the pump on and off.
"When I got to be bigger I could run the system myself but I couldn't drive yet, so mom would drive me down there. The 30 horse motor would bring the water out and into the gravity system. It wasn't pressurized. Once you turned the water on it would take 12-15 minutes to build up in the pipe so it would go to fill our cistern. We would tell the others who used the water that we were going to fill our cistern, [and] would they want us to fill theirs. Our was a 15 square foot, and about 10 feet deep with a hatch cover and a steel pipe ladder on the side.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 13
The address was 10141 Nutwood. When [it was] incorporated it was1249 S. Nutwood.
I remember Karen's crib was in my folks bedroom for awhile. I don't remember when she came home.
I lived in the old part of the Nutwood house. The garage was built first, and the cars were parked outside. Duane had the bunk house out back. When the new house was built Duane and Anne had their own rooms, and I slept in the annex which was one big open room with hand made closets in it made out of plain plywood and lumber painted mint green. It was just temporary while the rest of the house was built. It had an apex roof and the closets were like 7.5 - 8 feet high with built in shelves and an area for hanging the clothes up. They were 12 feet long and there were two of them. There was a separated sleeping area, a finished kitchen and dining area on one side with a room on one side separated by a wall for the bathroom where there was a commode and a shower. On the other side was a laundry area. It was on a 20 by 20 foot slab that came up against one side of the annex and the other was the front of the house. The house was an L shape.
A contractor built the custom house. The new house part had a large vaulted ceiling and you could hear the rain pounding the roof. Also a big fireplace that opened into a great room. The kitchen was off on one side separated by cabinetry.
[It] had 2 independent living areas with bathrooms and kitchens in each one. You could have had 2 complete houses that were built.
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I remember Karen's crib was in my folks bedroom for awhile. I don't remember when she came home.
I lived in the old part of the Nutwood house. The garage was built first, and the cars were parked outside. Duane had the bunk house out back. When the new house was built Duane and Anne had their own rooms, and I slept in the annex which was one big open room with hand made closets in it made out of plain plywood and lumber painted mint green. It was just temporary while the rest of the house was built. It had an apex roof and the closets were like 7.5 - 8 feet high with built in shelves and an area for hanging the clothes up. They were 12 feet long and there were two of them. There was a separated sleeping area, a finished kitchen and dining area on one side with a room on one side separated by a wall for the bathroom where there was a commode and a shower. On the other side was a laundry area. It was on a 20 by 20 foot slab that came up against one side of the annex and the other was the front of the house. The house was an L shape.
A contractor built the custom house. The new house part had a large vaulted ceiling and you could hear the rain pounding the roof. Also a big fireplace that opened into a great room. The kitchen was off on one side separated by cabinetry.
[It] had 2 independent living areas with bathrooms and kitchens in each one. You could have had 2 complete houses that were built.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - Disneyland - page 12
[Continued From Page B-1.)
river. Rubber crocodiles and hippos, which looked like the real thing, bobbed to the water's surface to eye the passengers There also was an African village.
Another attraction was a pirate ship.
It was a day the children, many of the youngsters of movie stars, will long remember.
It was a day the California Highway Patrol also won't forget. Traffic jams, described as the worst ever on certain segments of the Santa Ana Freeway, developed as cars moved bumper to bumper. The CHP assigned 25 extra officers to duty along a five-mile section near the park and will keep them there for at least a month.
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THE PARK'S three restaurants were unable to care for all who wanted to eat-but there was a reason. Most of the guest had free meal tickets.Among those participating in the dedication program were motion picture and television performers, including Art Linkletter, Ronald Reagan, Irene Dunne and Robert Cummings.
Visitors included Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher, Gale Storm, George Gobel, Danny thomas, Frank Sinatra, Lex Barker and George (Superman) Reeves.
Tennessee Gov. Frank Clements was a special guest.
Disneyland, which will be open every day through the summer, employs 1,000 persons and will have a $125,000 weekly payroll.
[These clippings were saved by Brian's mother, Helen Louise Clarke Lindgren.]
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - Disneyland - page 11
THE CROWD far surpassed Sunday's dedication day, when Walt Disney welcomed 35,000 special guests to a preview of the 160-acre "magic kingdom." Invited guests were members of the nations press, film celebrities and civic officials- and children.
About a fourth of the wonderland was still incomplete, visitors found. Workmen labored to put the finishing touches on rides and shops.
Dedication ceremonies were televised nationally. Disney himself piloted a five-eights scale locomotive on its first run, accompanied by Gov. Goodwin J. Knight and Fred Gurley, president of Santa Fe Rialroad.
A parade down "Main Street, U.S.A.," hub of Disneyland's four departmentalized attractions, followed the dedication.
Then Fantasyland, Tomorrowland, Frontierland and Adventureland were opened for the first time.
[Insert #1 - ] TWIRLING TEACUPS in Alice in Wonderland theme which makes up a portion of Fantasyland brought avid acceptance from young customers at the Sunday premier.
AT FANTASYLAND, hundreds of Anaheim Sunday School children, fired with excitement scrambled into a 70-foot fairyland castle as the castle drawbridge fell across the moat.
And there was a flying circle of Dumbo elephants... Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.... A Casey Junior locomotive ride.....A whirling ride aboard cups and saucers from Alice in Wonderland's tea party...and many, many others.
At Tomorrowland, the preview crowd got a glimpse into the future, including a space ship trip to the moon. There also was a scaled-down super highway on which children drove tiny autos at 11 miles an hour. Guests also were taken on a four-minute stratospheric flight across the nation.
At Frontierland, visitors found a huge log stockade, an Indian Village, the Golden Horseshoe frontier saloon (serving soft drinks only), an outdoor New Orleans cafe and a 103-paddle-wheeler which operates on a man-made river.
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[Insert #2] - PURCHASE OF THE FIRST TICKET to Disneyland was made today by a Long Beach man, Dave MacPherson, of 2312 Iroquois Ave. He achieved the distinction by getting in line at 2a.m. By dawn, almost 6,000 others were in line behind him. A "Davy Crockett miniature" watches the transaction. - (Staff Photo.)AND DAVY CROCKETT himself-actor Fess Parker-there to greet the children.
In Adventureland, spectators were given a boat ride through a man-made jungle on a winding
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - Disneyland Memories
[Brian remembers July 16th 1955:
Disneyland - "[I] was on teacups the day before Disneyland opened. Brian was in a church sunday school which were invited to populate the park live on TV. "
He says "You turned the big disc in the middle of the teacups. The cameraman told us to start and it took 20-30 minutes. I might have gotten nauseated from going around in circles."
"We didn't know where we were going and none of us had been in there - we just showed up on the church bus."]
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Disneyland Enthralls Thousands
CHILDREN SPRING across the drawbridge and through the castle which marks the entrance to Fantasyland during the premiere of Disneyland in Anaheim Sunday. - (Staff Photos by Roger Coar.)
DISNEYLAND OPEN
Freeway Jammed for Miles
ANAHEIM - To the accompaniment of the worst traffic tie-up in the history of the Santa Ana Freeway, Disneyland opened its doors to the public at 10a.m. today.
The first visitors were in line at 2a.m. By 8a.m., the traffic on the freeway was backed up all the way to Buena Park.
At 9a.m. there were some 6,000 people standing in line at the entrance. The 15,175-car parking area was filled almost at capacity by 10a.m. and hundreds of other cars were waiting outside the gates.
Before noon, the gates were closed. Only 10,000 will be allowed in the seventeen million-dollar playground at a time.
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Disneyland - "[I] was on teacups the day before Disneyland opened. Brian was in a church sunday school which were invited to populate the park live on TV. "
He says "You turned the big disc in the middle of the teacups. The cameraman told us to start and it took 20-30 minutes. I might have gotten nauseated from going around in circles."
"We didn't know where we were going and none of us had been in there - we just showed up on the church bus."]
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Disneyland Enthralls Thousands
CHILDREN SPRING across the drawbridge and through the castle which marks the entrance to Fantasyland during the premiere of Disneyland in Anaheim Sunday. - (Staff Photos by Roger Coar.)
DISNEYLAND OPEN
Freeway Jammed for Miles
ANAHEIM - To the accompaniment of the worst traffic tie-up in the history of the Santa Ana Freeway, Disneyland opened its doors to the public at 10a.m. today.
At 9a.m. there were some 6,000 people standing in line at the entrance. The 15,175-car parking area was filled almost at capacity by 10a.m. and hundreds of other cars were waiting outside the gates.
Before noon, the gates were closed. Only 10,000 will be allowed in the seventeen million-dollar playground at a time.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 9
The Back Yard Hose Incident
The hose incident was because it was fun to do.
I was about 14 years old. I decided to dig a hole with the water drilling through the sandy loam.
So, I turned the water on and started to water drill through the sand.
Eventually I was drilling down 3-4 four feet through the soft loam. Not knowing that I should have not turned off the water, because with this the house which was supporting the above loam - [the ground] collapsed, and squished the hose.
Pull as I could, I could not extricate the hose.
I finally had to tell Dad who helped me get it out.
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The hose incident was because it was fun to do.
I was about 14 years old. I decided to dig a hole with the water drilling through the sandy loam.
So, I turned the water on and started to water drill through the sand.
Eventually I was drilling down 3-4 four feet through the soft loam. Not knowing that I should have not turned off the water, because with this the house which was supporting the above loam - [the ground] collapsed, and squished the hose.
Pull as I could, I could not extricate the hose.
I finally had to tell Dad who helped me get it out.
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Llindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 8
The Bunkhouse Incident and other stories.
When I was 12, my brother had his own living quarter if you like in a small bunkhouse that my father had acquired [from] who knows where.
The bunkhouse was small, about 8 feet X 10 feet, with cheap wood siding, and composition wall board on the inside walls.
In it was a wooden bunkbed, a drafting table, and a small closet.
This was my brother's bedroom. (Located on Nutwood property.)
It rested on skids.
It didn't take me long to discover that this where his 22 rifle was kept.
Being 12 years old, I was fascinated with anything to do with fire arms or bows and arrows.
My brother took me out occassionally and let me fire his rifle.
But knowing where it was stored I wanted to experiement more.
One day when noone was around, I found his rifle on the top bunk, covered with a blanket, and my
One day I wanted to shoot it more, but my brother wasn't there to take me out. So I figured that since the rifle only took 22 shorts, I could shoot it into the mattress, and the mattress would stop it, and
no-one would be the wiser.
Upon examing the results after that, I found two holes in the mattress where the bullets went in and then I found 2 bullets where the holes came out.
Further, looking for the bullets path, I found 2 holes where the bullets went into the frame of the bunkbed and where they came out.
Immediately, after that I discovered 2 holes where the bullets went into the flimsy wall board.
Now, starting to get a pit in my stomach, I went outside and discovered 2 exit holes in the wood siding.
When the bunkhouse was first brought in it was positioned rather closely to our main house, only 15 feet apart. With horror begining to mount, I turned around to see 2 bullet entry holes in the siding of the main house.
And then, 2 holes in the wall supporting the patio. The entry holes are small and the exit holes were larger. Seeing the exit holes on the interior wall of the patio, I knew I had to fess up to Mom and Dad.
And if that wasn't bad enough, one of the bullets clipped the electrical wiring, going to the outside wall light mounted a short distance away. I think it stayed that way for a year or 2. When I figured [I knew] enough that I could fix it.
The way the siding was put on the house, all I had to do was pry the verticle strips off, take out the damaged wire and splice a new wire to allow the light to work again.
Protective denial keeps me from remembering the punishment that was served after confessing to the deed. Dad was a pretty easy going guy. Mom was the disciplinarian.
I think it was along time before I got to shoot the rifle again.
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When I was 12, my brother had his own living quarter if you like in a small bunkhouse that my father had acquired [from] who knows where.
The bunkhouse was small, about 8 feet X 10 feet, with cheap wood siding, and composition wall board on the inside walls.
In it was a wooden bunkbed, a drafting table, and a small closet.
This was my brother's bedroom. (Located on Nutwood property.)
It rested on skids.
It didn't take me long to discover that this where his 22 rifle was kept.
Being 12 years old, I was fascinated with anything to do with fire arms or bows and arrows.
My brother took me out occassionally and let me fire his rifle.
But knowing where it was stored I wanted to experiement more.
One day when noone was around, I found his rifle on the top bunk, covered with a blanket, and my
One day I wanted to shoot it more, but my brother wasn't there to take me out. So I figured that since the rifle only took 22 shorts, I could shoot it into the mattress, and the mattress would stop it, and
no-one would be the wiser.
Upon examing the results after that, I found two holes in the mattress where the bullets went in and then I found 2 bullets where the holes came out.
Further, looking for the bullets path, I found 2 holes where the bullets went into the frame of the bunkbed and where they came out.
Immediately, after that I discovered 2 holes where the bullets went into the flimsy wall board.
Now, starting to get a pit in my stomach, I went outside and discovered 2 exit holes in the wood siding.
When the bunkhouse was first brought in it was positioned rather closely to our main house, only 15 feet apart. With horror begining to mount, I turned around to see 2 bullet entry holes in the siding of the main house.
And then, 2 holes in the wall supporting the patio. The entry holes are small and the exit holes were larger. Seeing the exit holes on the interior wall of the patio, I knew I had to fess up to Mom and Dad.
And if that wasn't bad enough, one of the bullets clipped the electrical wiring, going to the outside wall light mounted a short distance away. I think it stayed that way for a year or 2. When I figured [I knew] enough that I could fix it.
The way the siding was put on the house, all I had to do was pry the verticle strips off, take out the damaged wire and splice a new wire to allow the light to work again.
Protective denial keeps me from remembering the punishment that was served after confessing to the deed. Dad was a pretty easy going guy. Mom was the disciplinarian.
I think it was along time before I got to shoot the rifle again.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 7
Playing with Fire
When I was 7 or 8 years old I played with fire.
Literally.......
One time I found an old can of motor oil, not far from the pig pen, I poured some oil on the small portion of the stack of dried wood. Once it got started, I realised I needed to throw dirt on it.
I started this fire 2 or 3 times and then realised that I couldn't put it out just by throwing dirt on it. So I ran and got a shovel. That seemed to work better.
Odds and Ends
Dad would take me to his office on the weekends. Coming home we would get lost on the way home and stop for an Orange Julius and sometimes a hamburger.
At the dump I threw a tin can lid to make a frisbee out of it and hit Duane in the head. He wasn't too pleased. He had been throwing stuff out of the bed [of the truck].
I threw it to see how far I could make it sail. It hit Duane on the head - I don't remember any blood.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 6
Obviously, Brian does not remember his first home but does remember the home on Nutwood, where he grew up. The family was in the house by 1951.
His parents built the house. Orange groves were nearby. As Brian told the story [April 10, 2019]...
The Great California Orange Grove Wars
An orange grove was 3/4 of a mile away. The area was very rural. This is where we had orange fights with the friends and neighbors. This lot was owned by someone who did not live on the premisis. When the oranges were turning [the color] orange, my friends and I would have fights with the unripe oranges.
It was a California Orange snowball fight. We would pick 2-3 dozen oranges to use as ammo.
The ones that hurt were the non-ripe oranges. The rotten ones were the best to throw because when thrown and would hit you, the orange would separate, and drip orange goop on the receiver.
The guys who would do the picking, would have ladders, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. [The crop was then sent to market.]
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His parents built the house. Orange groves were nearby. As Brian told the story [April 10, 2019]...
The Great California Orange Grove Wars
An orange grove was 3/4 of a mile away. The area was very rural. This is where we had orange fights with the friends and neighbors. This lot was owned by someone who did not live on the premisis. When the oranges were turning [the color] orange, my friends and I would have fights with the unripe oranges.
It was a California Orange snowball fight. We would pick 2-3 dozen oranges to use as ammo.
The ones that hurt were the non-ripe oranges. The rotten ones were the best to throw because when thrown and would hit you, the orange would separate, and drip orange goop on the receiver.
The guys who would do the picking, would have ladders, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. [The crop was then sent to market.]
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 5
Brian at the Nutwood house approximately 4-5 years old playing with a white and black pug. Private collection.
Private Collection
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 4
Growing Up in 1950's Anaheim
This picture is circa 1951. The family had already moved to the Nutwood house.
This could be the field that brother Duane grew his corn for FFA.
The pigs were courtesy of big brother Duane and his Future Farmers of America Project. They weren't named.
In November 1955 Brian - was in Mr. McGrath's 4th grade class at Loara [Elementary] School.
Brian is in the 2nd row, 5th from the left.
James Madison School - 1956 through 1957 Leslie E. Toye Prin[cipal].
Brian is at the bottom of the page - middle right.
Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 3
This has to be one of my favorite pictures of Brian. I think that it was taken in the late summer of 1946, as he could sit up fairly well.
I love the curly hair!
Picture for the private collection of Anne Christine Lindgren Davison. Used with permission.
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I love the curly hair!
Picture for the private collection of Anne Christine Lindgren Davison. Used with permission.
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Lindgren Family - Brian Carl Lindgren - page 2
This is Brian with his Grandmother Anne Lillian Shaffer Clarke Meredith, circa late 1946 or early 1947. You can see that they were near Orange Groves even then!
It's taken about the same time as the picture (above) - Brian and his grandmother Anne Meredith.
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