William Henry Gates (1896-1973?), paternal grandfather of Larry Kenneth Gates.
AUTOBIOGRAPHY of William H. Gates
No better way to start an autobiography than to include what information I know about the life and background of my parents. To those who are interested in mere genealogy, reference is made to the two family trees which I have previously compiled, entitled "The Gates Family"1 and "The Hoffman Family"2.
My father, Edward Franklin Gates, next to the youngest of a family of eleven, was born at his parents' farm home four miles north of Jesup, Iowa.3 His parents, both of English descent, had migrated there from Vermont, when railroad trains terminated at Dubuque, Iowa and the remaining 100 miles had to be made by wagon trail.4
My mother Anna Mable Hoffman, the only girl in a family of seven was born at her parents' farm home near Littleton about five miles from the home of my father's parents. Her father Absalom, was of Pennsylvania Dutch parentage, and her mother Mary Spragg, French Canadian.
My father and mother were married May 12, 1886, his age 23 and hers 20. I was born ten years later, July 25, 1896. They told me of a brother who died at birth, sometime during the previous ten years, the date I do not know, but I do remember a notation in the family bible, with no name but "Baby Gates", which always intrigued me, I so much wanted a brother or a sister, which I never had.
My birthplace was at what was known as "The Jim Johnson Place", a farm only one—half mile from where my father was born. My father favored my being named after my grandfather William Henry Gates, who had died the previous year. I have been told that my mother objected at first, on the fear that my playmates would call me "Bill", which name she objected to. After further insistence by my father, my mother called to her bedside, all the neighborhood cousins which might offend us by calling me "Bill" and asked them to promise to call me "Willie”. The pledge has been kept to this day. Never such a well kept pledge, by all relatives.
Beside farming, which was the industrial background of both parents, I learned from them that they had also been in the general store business and some other related work in earning a living. My father also worked for some time, for the Great Western Railroad Company5 at Oelwein, Iowa6.
The big event of 1898, was the decision by my parents to move to North Dakota. Land in the Red River Valley of the North7 was being publicized as being the best of farming land. Black rich soil best suited for grain farming. Of course I was not in on any decisions at that time, but it must have been a difficult one for them, alleviated a little by the fact that my mother’s two older brothers made a similar decision. A younger brother Will, did likewise a year or two later after his marriage. So, somewhat of a colony of relatives was established in a farming community about nine miles southwest of Fairmount, Richland County8.
The following years must have been years of hardship. Farming, even in the fertile soil of the Red River Valley, ran the hazards of floods, drouth (sic), hail, rust and low prices for the farm products. Wheat, oats, barley, corn and flax were the principal farm crops. Flax was usually the crop of the first year of breaking up the sod of the virgin grass lands.
We first lived on a farm later known as the Whiting farm, named for the family that purchased same from my father. Next was a rented farm known as the Latier farm. Third, was one taken in trade from the Whitings, and on this farm we built the house and farm buildings. In each case our nearest neighbor was one of my mother’s brothers. First Jake Hoffman’s family, second Scott Hoffman's family and third Will Hoffman’s.
Conveniences were at a minimum in those days. I can remember the first Rural Free Delivery of mail9, and the first telephone service in the area. My first school was the one room school known as the Bill Green school named for the chairman of the School Board. That one and the LaMars school saw me through the eighth grade. Any time a doctor was needed, he had to drive horses and buggy from Fairmount. I remember only one such occasion, when my mother had some sort of a heart condition.
With such an agreeable colony of relatives, it would seem that it should have lasted. However, it began to break up after about ten years. First the Scott Hoffman family found it feasible to move to Hankinson, where Uncle Scott could better engage in piano, sales and tuning service, as well as teaching a music class. Next the Will Hoffman family moved to Turtle Lake, where they engaged in farming and singing evangelism.
Among the highlights for us, of those few years in North Dakota were two automobile trips over 100 miles, a long trip in those days of only dirt roads. One trip to Clark, South Dakota, to visit my Uncle Georges family who had moved there the same year that we had moved to Fairmount. Another trip was to Hewitt, Minn. to visit the Charles Bohn family. Maud Bohn was a cousin of my mother's. Their three children were Mildred, Howard and Oma. Maud died early in life and Charles later married Pearl, who is still living in California. The car we were driving at that time was a Parry, an assembled car with a Buick motor. Among the relatives who did summer harvesting work for some in the colony were Charles Hoffman, Frank Hoffman, Norman Baldwin and Harry Stevens. Young women relatives who came to our neighborhood to teach school were Cora Gates, Rosemond Wilbur, Nellie Washburn and Agnes Barclay. Agnes later taught in the Indian School in Wahpeton, married Dr. Glenn Rounsevell of that city and they are now living in Ventura, California. Charles Hoffman married Lilly Leavitt, one of our finest neighborhood girls and one of my early Sunday School teachers.
The Jake Hoffman family and the Ed Gates family left at about the same time, Jake Hoffman going into the hardware, furniture and undertaking business in Fairmount. My father went into the hardware and furniture business in Beardsley, Minnesota, about 40 miles to the south and east. There was no high school education available in the Richland County country schools at that time, and I am sure that the availability of a high school education in Hankinson, Fairmount and Beardsley, contributed to the moves of the three older families. Will Hoffman's boys, Kenneth and Willard were younger. Probably the only advantage in our move was my opportunity for a high school education, which was my mother's ambition for me.
An unfortunate venture in the colony, was the purchase of a threshing machine by two of the Hoffmann and my father, when none of them had had experience in the operation of a threshing machine. The excuse for the purchase, was the difficulty in getting threshing service when the crops were ready for threshing. However the venture was a failure and a loss to all, financially and emotionally.
After three years in Beardsley, we were faced with business failure there. An opportunity to own and operate a general store in Clark, S.D. seemed to be in the making but never materialized. Uncle George, one of the more successful farmers at Clark, influenced our move there. On January 31, 1915, mid-term in my last year of high school, death came to my mother at the age of 49 years. A series of heart-break business failures, no doubt contributed to her death. Intestinal tuberculosis was given as the cause, by the attending physician. A funeral trip followed, with burial at Littleton cemetery, in her old home town in Iowa. My mother's oldest brother Jake from Fairmount, was with us for a few days at the time of her death and funeral. My father was not in position to maintain a home for us following Mother’s death, then came the most difficult decision for me, one to make for myself.
This was my first experience on a long train ride, and it was an enjoyable trip, anticipating of course, whatever the new position and life in Washington would bring to me. My first assignment was in the office or Auditor for War, auditing Army Paymaster accounts. This was interesting work and I made several new friendships there, including Ward W. Keesecker, who has remained a friend and correspondent to this day.
My civil service career was interrupted briefly by an attempt at selling, for the Radcliffe Chautauqua System. The job was to sell the chauteuqua program to towns in an assigned area, by convincing at least ten business or professional, responsible people, that they should guarantee $550.00 to be paid to the Chautauqua System, after the program had been given in their community. My pay was a commission on each sale, with no advance expense allowance.
After using my own savings for traveling and living expenses, I was successful in selling the chautauqua program to two Eastern Pennsylvania towns, namely Trevorton and Fredericksburg. Barely coming out even at that point, I found that a continuation of my civil service career was more to my liking. Having taken an accounting course in evening classes, and passing another civil service examination, qualifyingme for an appointment in the U.S. Interna1 Revenue Service, I returned to the civil service as an Internal Revenue Auditor, assigned to work in Washington, D.C.
Through an invitation by a rooming house friend, to accompany him to the First Congregational Church and attend a meeting of the Christian Endeavor Society, I became a member of that group. One of the speakers in that group so impressed me that after an acquaintance and courtship over the following three years, she became my wife. Lorena Alice Houghton, the only girl I have ever been in love with. Her home was at Red Hook, New York, her parents having moved there from Fairport. Her birthplace was Medina, N.Y. In order for us to be married where her father, John Houghton could give her away, we were married in the Methodist Church in Red Hook, October 26, 1922. Our honeymoon trip was to Albany, whore Lorena had attended New York University, than back to live in Washington, D.C.
Our first residence in Washington was at 454 Luray Place, where I had rented a two room apartment in an area near Soldiers Home Park. After about two years at that address, we became interested in renting a house which we found in Takoma Park, Maryland, an easy driving distance from work, and we lived there for about a year until the next move to Springfield, Ohio.
One of the domestic administrative policies of President Galvin Coolidge, was Decentralization of Government. In the Internal Revenue Service, that meant giving many of the auditors working in Washington, an opportunity to transfer to Field Service. Those qualifying were recommissioned as Internal Revenue Agents, and were given some choice in selecting a Field Division. The Internal RevenueAgent in Charge would assign a Post of Duty from there as a place to live and work.
In considering a choice among available field divisions, we settled on Cincinnati, Ohio, that city being midway between most of Lorena's relatives in New York, and my relatives in Iowa. Mr. David Burnet, the Internal Revenue Agent in Charge at Cincinnati, assigned me to a post of duty at Springfield, where there wss a vecancy caused by a recent resignation. I learned to be very fond of my boss Mr. Burnet, but he wasn't to be there long. He was promoted to Boston, and later to Commissioner of Internal Revenue at Washington, D.C. My duties were to make audits of books and records used in the preparation of Federal Income Tex Returns filed by individuals and corporations, which had been selected as worthy of auditsto determine their correctness or otherwise, from the standpoint of the Income Tax Law and Regulations. I found the work very interesting, meeting and working with business executives and professional people. A few of them found it distasteful to them that their returns should be questioned, but most of than were cooperative. Many were found owing additional tax, sums received refunds for overpayment.
Our first home in Springfield was one side of a double house at 1812 Clifton Avenue, the other side being occupied by Bill and Henrietta Dowden. Two most important events happened while we lived there, the birth of our first child Evelyn Alice, February 26, 1926, and the birth of our first son Kenneth William, September 25, 1928. Our midway location in the United States, made it possible to make visits, both to the East and to the West, also to entertain relatives from both directions. Among them were Grandpa and Grandma Houghton from New York; Florence and Al Bonham & family from Cleveland and Uncle Scott and Charles Hoffman from Iowa. Ada Hallauer, Lorena's friend from fourth grade school days also visited us and was for a while employed at Harper Parlors, a beauty salon in Springfield.
Our urge for a single house home, took us on a move for a few months to South Limestone Avenue, then to the purchase of our first owned home on the South Charleston Pike, purchased from Mr. & Mrs. Grover Ilgen. Our third and fourth children were born while we were living there, Eloise Ellen March 29, 1935 and David Edward, November 24, 1935. We were very proud or all of them. Evelyn and Kenneth started school at the Reid School while we lived on the South Charleston Pike at Springfield.
With such an agreeable set—up as we had in Springfield, it would appear to be something to stay with. However, I had one problem in the area, that was hay—fever. It had been a problem from North Dakota days, but seemed more aggravated in Ohio, where the offending rag weeds grow in great profusion. The time for a change of climate seemed to be at hand. After considering several possibilities, the waydeveloped for a transfer of my duties to Los Angeles, California. The application was approved in Washington, and in July 1938 we were formaly [sic] transferred to the Los Angeles Field Audit Division to continue the same line of work for the Internal Revenue Service. The long trip by car and a limited amount of household goods shipped by freight, followed. We experienced only a minimum of car sicknesscrossing the desert. Visits were made to relatives in Iowa and Wyoming enroute [sic].
First duty in Los Angeles was to contact my new boss George Martin, and find my new place to work. Small differences from Springfield were due principally to the differences between a 1arge city and a small one like Springfield. Next duty was to find a place to live in the city where landlords were already beginning to frown on renting to families with four children. After renting a house on Flower Street for 1½ months, we found a house suitable for us to purchase, at 1825 West 84th Street. Sale of our house on the South Charleston Pike in Springfield provide funds for the down payment. That turned out to be our home for 25 years.
From September 1938 to September 1963, life on 84th Street was filled with so many joys, griefs and problems, that only the main events can be summarized: In July 1939 we attended the Worlds Fair in San Francisco, also visited Ada & Boyd Hughes (formerly Ada Hallauer) who were living in San Francisco at that tune. In June 1940 we purchased a canvas top folding trailer which provided accommodation for the six of us on a trip back to Red Hook and return, to visit Grandpa and Grandma Houghton and other relatives in New York, Ohio, North Dakota and Iowa. In Decamber 1940 my father came to live with us until his death in June l943, after which I accompanied his remains back to Iowa to be at rest beside my mother's in Littleton cemetery. Eva Fuller got on the train with me in Cheyenne, Wyoming for the remainder of the trip.
Florence and Gertrude Gates of the Gates family in Clark, S.D. were by this time spending most of their time in California, working when they could, staying with us some of the time and presenting some living space problems, even in their trying to be helpful. Florence passed away in 1956, and Gertrude accompaniedher remains beck to Clark, Their brother Chester had died one year earlier. December 7, 1941 to August 1945, World War II was in progress with its black-outs, suspense and casualties. Fortunately, no casualties among our relatives, that we know of. We were honored by several visits by Lyle Parker during his tour of duty with the U.S Navy.
In 1947 Kenneth joined the U.S.Mar1ne Corps and was in that service when Lorena Eloise, David and I drove back to New York, and were in Red Hook when Grandma Houghton passed away, and was buried in Red Hook Cemetery. Evelyn was with us as far as Grand Canyon, returning from there by train to stay in our house with Ida Hoffman (Vern's widow) staying there part of the time also.
While in the East, we received word that Uncle Charles Gates had also passed away.
- In 1948, Evelyn graduated from U.C.L.A. and was married to Robert Kay Johnson.
- In 1949, Kenneth returned from the Marines and was married to Jean Ellen Dawson.
- In 1950, Our first grandson Larry Kenneth Gates was born to Kenneth and Jean.
- In 1952, Our second grandson Martin David Gates was born to Kenneth and Jean.
- In 1953, Our third grandson Donald Wayne Johnson was born to Bob and Evelyn.
- In 1954, Eloise was married to James William O'Dowd.
- In 1954, Our fourth grandson Brian James Gates was born to Kenneth and Jean.
- In 1956, Twins, Timothy James and Thomas William were born to Jim and Eloise.
- In 1957, Our granddaughter Lorraine Jean Gates was born to Kenneth and Jean.
- In 1957, Our seventh grandson Daniel Craig Johnson was born to Bob and Evelyn.
- In 1956, Grandpa Houghton passed away, and Lorena having taken the trip back to New York, was there for his funeral and burial beside Grandma in Red Hook.
- On December 31, 1959 I retired from my civil service career, with service credits as follows:
|Post Office||1 years|
|Auditor for War Dept.||1 "|
|Internal Revenue Service||39 "|
With that number of years' service, the Civil Service Law provides for a retirement annuity of 80% of the highest five year average salary while working, which provided Lorena and I with an excellent retirement allowance.
In spite of the fact of my long civil service career and resulting good retirement at age 63, I still had the urge for more work. Two jobs were waiting for me. One with the Los Angeles Tax Assessor's office was short lived. Walking from house to house 1n the rainy month of January 1960, sitting in the warm houses for a few minutes, estimating the value of the furniture, then going out into the cold rain, over and over gave me one of the worst of colds. I resigned in one month, It did something for me though, brought my overweight (205) down about ten pounds.
The next job took a little longer. My income tax audit experience qualified me for work of the same kind in the U.S. Possession of Guam. The Government of Guam was asking for applicants. Four of my friends had gone over there for work after retirement, so why not me? With a lot of encouragement from Lorena, I finaly [sic] agreed to go through with all the necessary paper work to get on the payroll of theGovernment of Guam. Eloise and Jim agreed to stay in our house while we were away, so with two flights paid in advance by the Government of Guam and a two year contract for work as a Revenue Agent starting June 6, 1960, we were on our way to Guam.
With all of our children and grandchildren at the International Airport to see us off, we had a good start. The Pan American flight to Honolulu was delightful. We spent about 1½ days at sight seeing [sic] in beautiful Hawaii and thoroughly enjoyed it. Jet flights had not then been established to Guam. The propeller plane fliqht from Honolulu to Guam, with one stop enroute on Wake Island was a little more rough. Some on board with previous flight experience, expressed some misgivings about the way the plane was acting, but everything turned out alright.
We were met at the Guam airport by former office friends, A.G. and Lucille Msddox, Frank M. Bohlar and C.S. Sull1van, dined at the Panciteria Cafe and shown to our apartment, selected in advance for us and stocked with food for the day.
The following two years on Guam were filled with a great variety of experiences. The most common question from anyone on learning of our stay in Guam is “How did you like Guam?" The only truthful answer is "Partly Yes, Partly No". The climate is mostly hot and rainy, rains are very frequent, but warm and refreshing, and most statesiders get used to the hot weather after a few weeks.
Lorena was given volunteer work as Gray Lady10 with the American Red Cross, so
that both of us had work that gave us interest in life on the island. Guamanians are
a gentle and lovable people, discovered by Magellan, on his first round—the—world trip.
They speak an ancient language, Chamorro, as natives, but English is taught in the
schools, and spoken in business and government conversation. Fiestas are some of the
principal social events with the natives, and statesiders are always welcome. State-
siders also arrange many get—togethers. As a hobby, we took delight in taking color
slide pictures of sky, land and beach scenes and still have hundreds of these slides.
We made several lasting friendships there, among them Ed and Margaret Johnston from
Milwaukee, and Oscar Schmocker from Columbus, Nebraska, still regular correspondents.
During our stay on Guam we received word of our eighth grandson, Michael Steven
O'Doud, born to Jim and Eloise, October 4, 1961. Our three married children and their
families all changed their residence locations: Bob and Evelyn from Pacoima to
Colton; Kenneth and Jean from Whittier to Anaheim and Jim and Eloise from Los Angeles
to Torrance. David was making his home in West Los Angeles as a law student, which
later paid off when he passed the California State Bar Examination.
In spite of the enjoyment and appreciation of our privilege of living on Guam
two years, we did look forward to the end of the contract and the trip home, which
started June 6, 1962. After several plans for the trip hone were considered, we
settled on ‘plane hops from Guam to Sydney, Australia, and the passenger ship Orianna
from Sydney hone. Sight-seeing stops enroute were at Okinawa, Tokyo, Hong Kong,
Manila, Singapore, Sydney, New Zealand, Fiji, Hawaii, Vancouver and San Francisco.
Finally at the Long Beach home port, we were met by all of our families, and a
welcome home. All of the grandchildren were showing their two years' growth since we
had seen them. We saw Michael for the first time. A picnic at the old home on 84th
Street was a fitting finish to our trip to Guam and back home.
Our first obvious responsibility upon returning home, was to help Gertrude Gates
find a suitable convalescent home where she could receive proper care. Gertrude had
undertaken what she preferred to call a ”fun trip", visiting friends in Oregon and
Washington. During the trip she suffered a stroke and was flown back to her home in
South Dakota for treatment. The treatment was only partially successful, and as she
was determined to return to her apartment on 29th Street in Los Angeles, a cousin
brought her back there by 'plane, but returned to South Dakota, leaving Gertrude
alone and unable to properly care for herself. With the assistance of Ona Parmenter,
a south Dakota friend of Gertrude's, we made arrangements for her move to Sparr
Hospital and Convalescent Home, and moved her household goods to our garage on 84th
Street. Gertrude lived at the Convalescent Home for about five years.
During our two years on Guam, our neighborhood around 84th and Western Avenue,
had been rapidly changing from all white to integrated, to majority black. We were
continually bombarded by realtors with the question ”Have you ever thought of selling
your home?" Finally we yielded to the pressure and listed the house for sale. The
remainder of the year 1962 and part of l963 were taken up in getting the house in
order for sale, and making some disposition of our accumulated things, and Gertrude.
The sale took place in August and we rented an apartment on Regent Street in
Inglewood, for the remainder of the year 1965.
As a result of correspondence with my friend Tom Bradley, who was at the time
is a high Tax Department position in the U.S. Virgin Islands. I made application, and
was recommended for a position there, based upon my U.S. and Guam tax experience.
David was living with us in Inglewood, and while we were on a motor trip in Iowa and
Wyoming, David called us by 'phcme in Burns, Wyoming to read me a letter from the
Virgin Islands, accepting my application and offering me a Revenue Agent's job there
to start January l, 1964.
We returned home to complete the arrangements, placing most of our furniture
in storage. While in that Inglewood apartment, in a chance telephone business conversation, I was informed of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. David immediately turned on the television and received the terrible news by that means also.
After arrangements had been made for our flight by Delta Airlines 'plane to
San Juan, Puerto Rico, and Carribair Lines to Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, V.I.
All the families turned out again to see us off at International Airport, Dec. 28, l963
This was an overnight flight. Flying over Florida, we could see the lights along
the West Coast, then on the East coast of Florida.
We were met in St. Thomas by Tom and Kathryn Bradley, Frank Bohler and C.S.
Sullivan, the latter two being two of those who met us at Guam, 3½ years before.
Living conditions in Charlotte Amalie made it feasible to accept the invitation
of Tom and Kathryn Bradley to live in the aparmnent with them during their final
two weeks duty there. This we did, and Tom gave me training to take over my
assigned duties there.
The attitude of the Virgin Island natives was not as conducive to a happy
career in the tax department as had been the case in Guam. The Guamanians had an
attitude of love for the stntesiders, due largely to the recent liberation from
Japanese domination, by our Marine and other military forces. No such attitude
existed in the Virgin Islands. Instead of"statesiders' we were "Continentals”
Whites are still looked upon with suspicion by the natives, dating from the days
of slavery when the islands were used as a brokerage, or market place for slaves.
We were honored while in Charlotte Amalie, with a visit from Ed and Margaret
Johnston of Guam acquaintance, and with them toured the island of St. John, most
primitive of the U.S. Virgin Islands (there is also a group of British Virgin
Islands}. The island of St. John is noted for the Virgin Islands National Park,
Cancel Bay and Cancel Hotel, all sponsored and at least partly owned by Laurence
Rockefeller. A buffet dinner at the Cancel Hotel as guests of the Johnstone,
stands out in our memory as one of the best ever.
By prearrangament with Mr. Wheatley, Head of the Tax Department, next to the
Governor of V.I., after three months duty on St. Thomas, I would asume the duties
of Frank Bohler on the island of St. Croix, as Mr. Bohler would be completing his duty
on Merch 31st. I would complete my six months duty on June 30th. That simply meant
taking our few belongings acrost 40 miles of the Carribean Sea to the South; renting
of the apartment vacated by Mr. & Mrs. Bohler and carrying on in the new location in
the city of Christiansted, the principal city on St.Croix. A Rambler American car
was furnished for our uae there, so we sold the Volkswagen we had purchased from
the Bradleys to use on St. Thomas. The farthest place to drive on the island is
Frederickstad, at the extreme western tip of the island. An outstanding event on
St.Croix was a day at the beach with the Johnstons and the Bohlers, and a dinner
at Hotel on the Cay, served at a picnic table out of doors.
St. Croix is served by Pan American Airlines, so anticipating the trip home,
we chose a more roundabout way, and made reservations to the Balthmore—Washington
airport via San Juan, Puerto Rice. Stopping at the Sheritan Hotel in Washington,
we took in some tours of the city, our home of 40 years previous. Ward and Emily
Keesecker paid us a visit and took us to dinner at the Sheritan.
Next stop, Philadelphia, where we met Lorena's friend from Albany, N.Y. days,
Eleanor Tillinghast, and from there took in the New York World's Fair. From
Eleanor's, we arranged for a taxi ride, which turned out to be in the rain almost
all the way to Bill and Genevieve Houghton's at Rhinebeck, New York. Bill took us
to visit M1lton's; the old Houghton home in Upper Red Hook and the Red Hook
cemetery. It was while we were visiting at Bill's that the assassination of
Senator Robert Kennedy was announced.
From Rhinebeck, we took the train again to Cleveland to visit Florence and Al
Bonham, also Anita, John and family. We were there just at the time to watch the
1964 Republican National Convention on T.V. which nominated Barry Goldwater for
the Republican candidate for President. Another day with them and we were back to
a Southern Pacific train schedule, this time to California. Duane and Marjorie
Hoffman made us a station stop visit at Tucson, Arizona.
We terminated the trip home at Colton, where we were met by all of our families. Some neglected dental work was accomplished by Bob's recommended dentist. We stayed at Bob and Evelyn's home while they were on vacation, then at Kenneth and Jean's home in Anaheim while they were on vacation. We were then ready to find a home of our own, which we had not had, since we sold our home on 84th Street in Los Angeles.
After a minimum of looking for a house that would suit us, and provide sufficient space for our furniture, also rooms for any visitors which we might have, we settled for our three bed room and den house at 14733 Ocaso Ave., in La Mirada. Events of the next eight years may be summarized as follows:
Jan. 1—l5 of each year 1966, 67 & 68, work with George E. Clark Realtor as his “Tax Man”.
June 1967, Gertrude passed away and we took her remains to Clark, S.D. for burial. The trip was by train to Columbus, Nebraska, where we were met at midnight by our Guam friend Oscar Schmocker. We rode from there to Clark with the funeral director and the hearse. The old Gates home at Clark is now occupied by Walter and Lilly Ick who were generous in their hospitality, making room for us, Roy and Carrie Masters, Julia Parker and Wilma Gates, who had come there from Iowa for the funeral. After the funeral, and a day disposing of Gertrude's things still in storage at her old home, we rode back to Minneapolis with Julia and Wilma who had been visiting their sister Cora there. After our visit with Cora also, we rented a car at the Twin Cities airport and drove to Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where we boarded a train home.
In 1968, we took a combined auto and train trip by driving to Vancouver, B.C, sending our car by train to Montreal, also taking the train as passengers and picking up the car again in Montreal. In Montreal we saw the Worlds Fair; drove on east to Quebec and south from there through Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, (Spending three days at Plymouth) Rhode Island and Connecticut. In Rhinebeck, N.Y. we again visited the Houghtons, in Cleveland the Benhams and in Springfield, friends of 50 years previous. From Springfield, Ohio, west to Springfield, Ill. (Abraham Lincoln’s old home) then north to Milwaukee, Wisconsin to visit the Johnstons. Back home again through North and South Dakota, Wyoming and Cupertino, California, where Eloise and family are now living. We enjoyed every mile and every stop on that whole trip.
In 1969, Chester Fuller died, and we went by train to Cheyenne, Wyo. for his funeral. In 1970, We visited Eva Fuller in Burns, Wyo. Julia and Wilma visited her at the same time and while Julia stayed with Eva, Wilma rode home with us for a two weeks visit in California. We had a beautiful drive through Zion National Park, Utah.
In 1970, David was married to Carol Winter in Sacramento, announced the following year
In 1971, our ninth grandson, Darren Matthew David Gates was born to David and Carol.
On May 9, 1972, My dear Lorena, my constant companion for 49½ years passed away. She may have had several light strokes which at the time seemed to be of no consequence, until early in the morning of April 20th, she woke up feeling very badly. She still could eat a fairly good breakfast, but later in the morning, I became more insistent that we must see a doctor. As she offered less objection than before, we did see a doctor, and after the usual tests in his office, he 'phoned for a reservation at his favorite hospital. No improvement was made in Lorena's condition during ten days at the hospital, but the doctor recommended transfer to a convalescent home. That was only four miles from home and I saw her there three times a day until May 9th. On that date I was called by the convalescent home with the explanation that her condition was much worse. I arrived in time to give her what comfort I could, but her time had definitely come and I was with her to her last breath at about 4:20 A.M. She did not seem to suffer, only difficult breathing, even with oxygen. Heart failure was given as the cause of death. All of our children came. Florence and Anita came by 'plane from Cleveland and Lois' son Eddie was with me for several weeks. All were of great help to me. We arranged a simple funeral and selected a burial plot in Olive Lawn cemetery only one mile from our home in La Mirada. I am quite reconciled that it was God's will to take her at this time. I am alone now but see all of our children quite frequently. Tom Bradley stopped by to tell me that his wife Kathryn passed away about six weeks later.
First apartment after marriage on 26 October, 1922: 434 Luray Place, Washington, D.C. still standing?
First house in Springfield, OH: 1812 Clifton Ave (now parking for school).
First 'owned' home in Los Angeles: 1825 West 84th Street (Sept 1939-1961) still standing.
Last home, in La Mirada, CA: 14733 Ocaso Ave. (1964-1973) still standing