Monita Horn

Kevin Horn, Gwyyn Finney, Pammy McLoughlin, and Kurt Horn wave to a passing train, 1967. Photo by Monita Horn.

Kevin Horn, Gwyyn Finney, Pammy McLoughlin, and Kurt Horn wave to a passing train, 1967. Photo by Monita Horn.

Name:Monita Horn

Birth date: February 1938

We have lived in Issaquah since August 1964, which now amounts to thirty-five years.  We moved here because Jimmy got a job as a teacher in the high school teaching a course in electricity in Ken Schmelzer’s department.  Jimmy also had to teach five classes in basic math.  After two years, Jimmy left teaching and eventually got a job with Puget Sound Power & Light as a draftsman in Renton.  He worked up to Distribution Engineer, working in Renton and Des Moines.  Eventually he became a Standard’s Engineer with his office in Bellevue where he stayed until he was “rifed” in 1992.  He was able to get on as a Standard’s Engineer with Seattle City Light in 1993.

We first lived on Rainier Way in a rental house.  My oldest child attended a co-op preschool in town.  One of the ladies said they were selling their house and would I be interested.  I told my husband and we discussed it.  Then we called and asked to see the place on Bush Street.  We were able to put down earnest money first and started the legal process including a title search, which took a while.  When the house cleared, we went on to purchase it and moved in.

We stayed here, partly because we both grew up in one place and we liked the idea of staying in one place.  Puget Power prefers that its employees move around to different parts of the company but we did not do that.  Jimmy took jobs in the company that he could commute to.  The fact that the schools had a special Education section was also very important for our oldest boy.

I did not attend any Issaquah schools but my children went clear through the education system.  The two younger ones attended Clark Elementary School, Issaquah Middle School and Issaquah High School.  The oldest boy attended Issaquah Valley Elementary.  He had to take the bus there, since we had moved by that time.

My children have not stayed in Issaquah because it is too expensive.  Kurt is moved around from one Adult Family home to another.  He is presently in North Seattle.  Kevin joined the Navy and went through training and then entered the reserve.  He is married and has three children.  He and his wife, Tanja, and family live in Tacoma where he works for Nally’s and his wife will be a certified math teacher by summer.  Keith and his wife, Sarah, live in North Seattle.  Sarah works in downtown Seattle for Bank of America and Keith works for Kenworth just north of 520.

 

My Contribution to Issaquah history: Memory Book 2001

I was born in Spokane, Washington hospital in 1938 and spent my first eighteen years in Coulee Dam, Washington.  Then I continued my education at WSU where I met my husband, Jimmy S. Horn.  He graduated from WSU in 1964 and got a job in Issaquah.  We have been here ever since.

Every summer when I was a child we traveled to Western Washington to visit relatives.  (While I was growing up we never took a vacating except to visit relatives.)  The highway past North Bend at this time was two-lane and the trees seemed to almost touch overhead.  On the way we would go through Issaquah.  If we were lucky we got to stop and visit the fish hatchery.  My Dad says we also stopped at what would have been Gibson Hall, to eat lunch and play on the playground.  I do not remember stopping there.  When we were older we studied the map and I finally got it clear that we came down the highway (Sunset Way) and when we reached a white building (the little tavern on the SW corner of Sunset and Newport Way) we turned right and passed some fields for a ways, then when we reached another white building (at Goode’s Corner) we turned down what is now SR 900 and eventually reached the smoking slag piles at Coalfield and then on to the government housing in Renton highlands.  (This would have been in the 1940’s.)

We came to Issaquah in 1964 but the groundwork was laid long before.  Jimmy’s father, William Horn, was a teacher.  He was a superintendent in Fairfield, Washington when Mr. Tom Deering was a teacher under him.  Billy also spent time in Colville before returning to WSU to get a Masters in Education, while he was training teachers in the same field.  Unfortunately, he died of a systemic infection caused by infected teeth in 1936.  His children grew up, and Eloise, Jimmy’s sister, and husband taught in Waitsburg, Washington.  While there, they used Jackie Deering as a baby-sitter.  When Jimmy applied for a job teaching in Issaquah, Mr. Tom Deering was the superintendent.  That may or may not have had an effect on his being hired.  Our children attended Clark Elementary, and Jackie Deering McBride was a teacher there, although my children never had her as a teacher.

At the time Jimmy was teaching, short skirts were in vogue.  Some of the girls sat in the front row and were not careful about the way they sat.  Jimmy said he spent a lot of time looking at the back of the room when he lectured!

Jimmy was a teacher at the new high school when the earthquake occurred in April 1965.  He had never felt an earthquake before, but he knew what it was.  He took his students outside.  There was only minor damage to the high school.

I was eight months pregnant and had gone back to bed for a bit.  I sat up in bed and watched the curtains sway back and forth.  By the time I figured out what was going on it had stopped.  Some bricks were knocked off our chimney.  Late the next fall, when the temperature was below freezing, the gasman discovered that a brick had fallen inside the chimney reducing the air circulation and he turned off our gas.  I cleaned out the soot and brick through the circular clean out on the chimney.  I never knew soot could be so dirty!  We got our gas turned on a week later.

When we came to town the Mercantile was still going strong.  Since we lived on Rainier Way it was a natural to walk across the railroad tracks and shop there.  Most of the time I took the kids red wagon and walked over to the store, bought my groceries, and pulled then home in the wagon, holding on to the kid or kids.  I always enjoyed talking to the butchers who included Jack Couzyn, Don Finney, and Dan Kramer.  The clerks were Joan Karvia (Walter), and Imogene Woodside, among others.  One year was very hot, and I grew a number of large pumpkins in my garden.  The store bought my excess at about 3cents a pound.  I saw my first dead person there.  Even as a young woman, I had never been to a funeral.  While I was shopping, an elderly man keeled over and died.  I remember walking by him and he was quite yellow.  There was a little commotion as the clerks called Flintofts to come get him.  Yes, we rented a frozen food locker there.  We had a small wooden slat cubical with our own padlock on it.  We froze mostly fruit and vegetables, but occasionally meat was stored there.  When the mercantile went out of business we were forced to buy an upright freezer in which to store our food.

The Mercantile went out of business, at least partly, because a new bridge was built on Front Street (10th Avenue) over the creek and the street was blocked off for about three months.  It was long enough to change people’s shopping habits and soon after the bridge reopened the store closed.  About the same time, the new shopping center opened at Front and Sunset.  The new buyer moved some of the merchandise from the Mercantile down to the new location.  Certainly, the store was serviced by the same warehouse.

Since I grew up in a town with no railroad, I enjoyed watching the train go by every day.  I think it went north about 9 or 10 in the morning and south around 3 to 4 in the afternoon.  It would haul open boxcars full of wood chips covered with “cheesecloth” to keep the chips from flying that were headed to Longview to the mill.  It also carried wrapped packages of plywood on flat cars, and some lumber on flat cars.  There usually were a few cars of logs heading out – to another mill or for export.  The Darigold plant received cornstarch and corn syrup from Iowa.  One of these arrived in red tank cars.  There were also blue tank cars full of sugar syrup from Utah.  Boxcars full of cardboard boxes to put the butter in also arrived.  (The plant made ice cream mix, yogurt and butter.)  Occasionally, a flat car full of plasterboard would arrive which was unloaded and stored by somebody in the old Depot.  Then the train would go back and forth across Front Street as it switched the car on to the siding by the Depot.  At that time the trains still had cabooses with brakemen.  They served as lookouts for traffic, etc.  When we moved to Bush Street I could still hear the train, but it took a definite effort to go where I could see it.

We almost never went out except, perhaps, to a drive in.  A few times we went to Fasano’s where we could get good American food, including a crab salad.  That was much later, when we had more money to spend – say the late 1970’s or early 1980’s.

I discovered Boehm’s Candies when I was out walking.  Sometimes the boys and I would go by it and buy a quarter’s worth of broken chocolates as a treat.  At that time, a quarter bought maybe ten pieces.  At Christmas time we would spend a few dollars on chocolates.  (1964-1968)

About the time we came here the Rexall Drug Store was newly purchased by Mr. Dick Seek.  He was a cheerful and pleasant man who would go out of his way to help you.  His store used to be on Front Street where the florist shop is now (2000).  Later, it also moved down to the new shopping center on Front and Sunset.  It went out of business in 1995 because Dick was going deaf and neither of his sons wanted to take over the business.  They had grown up with it, and like farming, running a store is an everyday proposition.

When we first came in August 1964, Issaquah still had a dime store on Front Street about where the Art store is now.  After two or three years it went out of business.  One of the owners (Mrs. Dalbotten ?) then opened a small fabric and notions store across the street.  After a couple years when it did well, she moved the store across the street to half of her previous location.  That store prospered and I bought a lot of material and notions there since I did a lot of sewing for myself.  After, maybe ten years, she again went out of business.  At that time, Brady’s Department Store a block north took up some of the slack.  Eventually, Ben Franklin moved in and carried fabric and notions.  Sometime after that, John Brady and wife retired and their store went through several businesses before a Pizza place settle there.  Now, Ben Franklin has gone out of business (December 2000).

I don’t remember the street name change, but I do remember the numbers were changed twice.  The first time the numbers had started at one end of town and worked west.  The next time the numbers started at Front Street (whose name had just been changed back) and worked out toward the edges of town.

As a young woman, new in town, I went to a luncheon in Bellevue for some reason.  I was sitting next to an older woman and when I said I was from Issaquah, she told me this story.  Her husband was a contractor and when he was working on the highway that went from Issaquah east, he was told that the people in Issaquah were bad off and could he try to hire a number of them.  He did so.  About a month later there was a strike.  (I guess they figured the Issaquah people were among the agitators.)  When the strike was settled and he was hiring people back he hired only a few people from Issaquah.  About a month later there was another strike.  This time when it was settled he hired only two or three people from Issaquah.  There were no more strikes.  (I don’t know if this took place during the thirties or a few years before or after.)

When we first moved to Issaquah, the Labor Day parade formed up on Rainier Way.  It was very exciting to get up some Saturday and look out the window as the floats and marchers got ready.  I was very sad when the Labor Day Parade was canceled although I understand burnout.

When the Salmon Days Parade was begun it was mostly like our Fourth of July parade – a kids parade with a few bands and floats thrown in.  Over the years, it got bigger and bigger and the route was lengthened and then changed so it no longer went through the booth area where the vendors were selling their wares.

When the arts fair first started the fee was low enough that local hobbyists could enter and show off or sell their handful of wares.  But the price was raised almost every year and pretty soon only the serious vendor with hundreds and then thousands of dollars of wares could afford to enter.

We arrived  in town in August 1964 and one of the first things we did was to go to the City Clerk’s office and register to vote.  It was a presidential election year.  We were one or two days late to register for the primary election, but things were more casual then.  The clerk backdated the entry to the last permitted day, and we got to vote in the primary!

Mr. Flintoft was mayor when we came to town.  (The fire department was quarreling about where to build a new building.  They were still in turmoil twenty years later.)  Sometimes I would sit through city council meetings for entertainment.  Ed Squifflet was friendly and easy to talk to when I had questions about matters before the council.  Then eventually I began working to have the ancient house next to me torn down.  It was involved in an estate dispute among four children and was not being cared for. In this climate, a house deteriorates rapidly.  The blackberries were taking over and the rats lived in the house and out in the blackberries.  I took a petition around to the neighbors asking the council to ask the owners to tear down the house.  (No old-timers would sign it, only new-comers.)  The owners got wind of it and at the council meeting where I was going to present the petition, they asked the council for permission to take care of the problem.  (The house was bulldozed down and hauled away.  The property was sold and some small business offices built.)

I think Mr. Flintoft was mayor for four years after we arrived.  Then Keith Hansen ran for mayor and I helped out in his campaign.  I also helped out four years later when Herb Hamilton ran for mayor.  By then the city had grown much larger, the bureaucracy had more than doubled and I didn’t feel as much connected.

We had access to voter records during the campaign.  I had some neighbors down the street who complained mightily about the state of the city and the nation but never voted!

When we first moved up to our present location (1968) on Bush Street, there was a trail right down the street that led to Lake Tradition.  I started taking the boys up there when Kevin was three years old.  The next year I carried Keith in a backpack, and dragged Kurt along.  Kurt soon dropped out of the hikes, but Kevin and Keith like to hike.  They played in the woods back of the house a lot.

One day Mike McQuade, Jay Doty, and Kevin Horn were playing up near the gun range above the tracks.  (1975+)  As often happens in a threesome, they were picking on the youngest kid.  When they weren’t looking, Kevin climbed up the back side of a fir tree.  He stayed quiet when they started looking for him.  When they left, he climbed down and ran home the back way.  He told me what happened.  Finally, Mike was honest enough to stop by and admit they couldn’t find Kevin.  I told him it was OK.  Kevin would come home.

When the boys were teenagers (ca. 1980) we had a couple real hard winters when the temperature was below freezing for over two weeks.  The ice on Lake Tradition froze hard and was over 4” think in many places.  We walked on the ice and also around the lake.

As they got older my boys hiked to the top of Tiger Mountain and also explored a good bit of West Tiger Mountain.  They learned the location of the “caves” and when it looked like that information might be lost, I wrote a letter to Harvey Manning describing how to find them.  He eventually found them in dry weather (there is a slippery stretch of rock that is bathed in water all winter) and then found another route up to them.  My boys went into them and through them a number of times.  I never did go inside, fearing I might get stuck.

My boys also camped on Tiger Mountain overnight – at first with their father, and later alone.  They really enjoyed the outdoors and joined ESAR when they were old enough.

We used to go to Lake Sammamish several times a summer.  The boys would play in the water or on the play equipment.  As the crowds grew larger it seemed to be more and more of a hassle.  I haven’t been there for a number of years now.  The back yard with its shade is almost as cool.  We went there once in the middle of winter and saw a huge snowy owl sitting on a fence.

When we moved here in the sixties we were still active folk dancers.  We thought we would be zipping into Seattle every weekend to dance.  It didn’t work out that way.  With children it was a major project to go any place and we only occasionally got into Seattle to Folkdance.  We went to the Enumclaw Folk Dance Festival every year for a number of years – until after Keith was born.  He would not nap – but had to see everything until he was impossible cranky.  So we quit and never got back to it.  The organizers suffered burnout there also.

We also helped MC an hour or so of the Folk Life Festival for a few years.  It was outside and we could take the kids along.

A few times we went into Seattle to see the Aquarium or to go to Star Wars movies.  Jimmy took the boys and I spent the time in the public library working on genealogy.

When we shopped for clothes or things that could not be found in Issaquah, we went to Penny’s in Bellevue or to Sears at Overlake or South Center.  I never shopped in Seattle although Jimmy would drive to Seattle to buy radio equipment or surplus stuff.

When we lived on Rainier Way, the Community Baptist Church was just down the street.  I started going there when the children were small and continued until about 1976.  Its’ most interesting feature as a glassed in cry room, where we could attend to our young children and still listen to the sermon.  The older children (4+) could listen to a children’s sermon and then be dismissed to their Sunday School Classes.  The minister was Russ Hendrickson.  I often visited with his wife, since they were neighbors.  One year they were plagued with a family of skunks who lived under their house.  She told the story on her self about the time she got ready to some fancy church function and after she had arrived she happened to look down at her feel.  She was still wearing her gardening shoes!

After a couple of years the church planned and built, with a lot of volunteer labor, a new church up on Mt. Park Boulevard.  I even got my husband to help with the building.  He made a number of friends among the workers.  Not long after the church was completed the minister left.

My children were very lucky in that they could walk to all their schools.  (Except Kurt who went to special education classes.)  I took an interest in the schools and helped out when I could.  Starting when Kevin was about in third grade (say about 1975-76) the idea spread that schools could earn money for extra’s by recycling newspaper.  Clark Elementary was the only school in the area that did it.  I decided that I could help by driving a few kids around who did the footwork, and we went door-to-door collecting paper.  At that time I had an old Cadillac.  We would fill up the large trunk and then fill the inside of the back seat until it was just below the windows.  Going out it was a rule in the car that everyone buckle-up, but going home that was impossible.  Then I would drive carefully home with the kids lying on the paper.  I would carefully back up the front walk to the big doors in Clark.  We would unload and tie the papers into bundles.  The kids had a ball!  Sometimes we arranged for a different crew of kids to help with the unloading.  My car could hold 1/3 of a ton of paper and it all went to the class my child was in.  Unfortunately, my enthusiasm made other classes loose interest.  After a few years, they always said, “The class with Mrs. Horn’s child will win.”

Other factors changed, too.  Issaquah Valley Elementary started collecting paper and then there was much less.  I still went around collecting but I had a route up on Squak Mountain where I collected paper once a month and took it into Fibers International for the money.  When gas prices went up and paper prices went down, it finally did not make it worthwhile to collect paper.  I think Keith was in Junior High by then.  During the month that Clark Elementary had their drive, all the paper went to them.

Keith had to tag along with us from the time he was small.  By the time he got to third grade he was tired of collecting papers.  I would ask for volunteers to help (with permission slips from home) and the first few times I got the class leaders and popular kids.  After a few trips (I took three each time) the glamour wore off and then I would get the less popular kids.  Once I got three boys on the “fringes.”  We still had fun.  I can remember with unexpressed shock, hearing the kids brag about how many fathers they had had and comparing their experiences to see who had had the most!

Jean Harrington, wife of Herb Harrington, was active with CEI since they had a daughter who was in special education.  She was familiar with Port Townsend and their emphasis on their own houses as a tourist attraction.  I guess they made a quilt depicting them that was raffled off each year.  Jean felt we could do the same but we shouldn’t copy them too closely, so we would depict scenes of Issaquah.  Alice Pascal was asked to design the quilt blocks.  In due time various mothers of handicapped children and a few others in town, got a quilt block to do along with a piece of cloth cut to size.  We had to appliqué the larger pieces of the design and embroider the details on them.  Then Jean collected the squares and sewed them together.  She bough the batting and backing cloth and we stretched the quilt in the meeting room of the Lutheran Church down on Front Street.  There were about six of us quilting.  We worked hard and got it done about a month before Salmon Days.  The quilt was displayed in various banks around the area and the businesses and us workers sold raffle tickets for the quilt.  Tickets were also sold at Salmon Days.  That first year they made about $3000.

The next year much the same happened.  Alice Pascal designed a couple more blocks each of the next two years, so there would be more variety.  Jean still bought the materials and cut the squares to size, and called the women to assign the squares, then hounded us until we finished the squares and turned them in.  Usually, there were some unfinished squares that had to be reassigned and finished.  I often helped to finish up one or two squares.  Then Jean sewed the quilt top together (which is not easy) and we got together to finish quilting the quilt.  After the second year Jean tried to delegate some of the tasks.  She got another woman to sew the quilt top together.  After a couple of years we each had to quilt our own square, then the quilt was sewn together.  It still was a lot of work, but it always came out beautiful.  I could stand and study the quilt for a half hour, looking at all the details and the way the colors and types of cloth were put together.  I know I worked on the quilt from 1981 until 1987.  After that, other women were doing the quilt.  I think maybe Jean had left town?  The revenue slowly went down.  They asked a quilt club to do the quilt (for money – I think).  They found appliquéing the squares and embroidering and quilting, was too much work for them, too.  So the next year they made a very nice pieced quilt – but it wasn’t the same.  I don’t think CEI made much money on it.  I believe that is when they quit the project altogether.

I kept hoping I would win the quilt, even though I have no place to display it.  I would buy a whole string of tickets, but it never happened.  At least one of the quilts was destroyed when a house burned down.  I presume the rest of the quilts have survived.

Some other group has made a similar quilt the last couple of years and raffled it off.  (2000)

There was a time when the gas prices really began to go up.  The cars waited in long lines just to fill the car.  About then I started trying to do at least two errands if I took the car out.  I also began to ride my bicycle more around town.  It gave me exercise and saved on gas.  Of course, if I had to take someone someplace I took the car.  I have always enjoyed bicycling for short distances (less than five miles) and it is a good way to do errands.

One day I was baking cookies and hurriedly called my neighbor to see if I could borrow a cup of sugar.  She said, “Just a minute,” and went to check her cupboard.  By the time she came back, I realized I had a wrong number, and this was not my neighbor at all!  (They probably lived in Pine Lake.)

As a young married woman I tried to drive my husband’s stick-shift pickup.  I kept killing it in the most inconvenient places, like just as the stop light turned green, with a long line of cars behind me honking.  I finally gave up the battle and did not learn to drive again until my youngest was about three years old and we had an automatic car.  This was one reason we located in town, within walking distance of a grocery store.

When we moved to town in 1964 we rented a house that the owners had hoped to sell.  We took good care of it and fixed things ourselves.  There was more than one time when Jimmy had to clean out the kitchen pipe to the sewer.  It did not have enough slope so it rapidly filled up with greasy sludge.  He also built more cabinets for storage and redid some of the electric wiring.  I cleaned out the blackberries in the back half of the lot so I could have a garden.  Jimmy helped when it came to digging out the roots.  I did have a nice garden and it grew well in that spot – since we were in the center of town we got a lot of hours of sunshine.

One very nice thing about this lot was the fruit trees.  Along the northern fence line, but in the neighbors yard, were three mature pear trees.  Each year they rained down pears, which were a delight.  I made pear pie and we had all we wanted to eat.  I canned as many as I could manage.  Further west in both my yard and the neighbors were plum bushes that spread by the roots.  We had all the plums we could eat.  They were a dark purple, said to be the source of moonshine during the twenties.  We had a large old graven stein in our yard, which gave us a lot of apples.  I made applesauce and canned it and apple pies and apple crisp.  There were raspberry canes mixed in with the blackberries vines.  We transplanted them to one place and then we had some of those, too.  And of course, we had all the blackberries I had time to pick and fix.

I understand the house was the Johnson house – 519 Rainier Way North.  I was told that years earlier there were two little girls who were orphaned in town.  (Flu epidemic?)  This family adopted one of the sisters and gave her a very nice upbringing.  The feeling of the speaker was that they should have adopted the other girl who was slightly handicapped.  Her left arm was “withered” and she may have limped.  This other girl, Florence Harris, grew up (always single) and worked in the local library for years.  She was a cute little thing with blond hair.  I always enjoyed talking to her, while she checked out my books.  When she got older, she became deaf, and the King County system found a job for her back in the stacks at the main library. (Florence: 2 July 1914 – 20 February 1989)  The adopted girl, Ethel Johnson Lane, grew up and married.  Lived over on Alder or Birch Northeast.  In her later years she would drive down town to shop and forget where she parked the car.  The police would then have to find her car for her  (Ethel: 16 June 1918 – 27 November 1996)   Her obituary says she was a loving woman with children.  I never met her.

1920 Census:  Charles Johnson 46, Sweden, house carpenter, (came in 1887, naturalized in 1901)

Anna Johnson 42   Sweden

Ethel Johnson  daughter  1 7/12 years   Washington

Palm, August  57  Sweden  (immigrated in 1884, naturalized 1899), Sta. Engineer in Saw Mill

Josephine  51  wife   Sweden

Clarence  11  son   Washington

Harris, Florence  gd. Dau.  5  Washington  Wales, Sweden

 

The 1910 census listed Palm, August 47  md.  21  Sweden    Sweden  Sweden

Engineer, Coal Mine

Anna J. W.  42  m.  21 years  5 ch-4 living

Olive J.  D  17

Florence L  D   9

Clarence E  S   1

I suspect Olive J. Palm was the mother of Florence Harris.

 

(I know you didn’t ask for it but here goes.)  Our neighbors were:  The Keoghs lived directly in back of us in a big old house.  We didn’t know them and rarely saw them.  The Cedarholms lived at Dogwood and First and the land they used butted up against the side of our lot in the back.  They were an older couple with four grown children.  Dolly McQuade who later was a “neighbor” on Bush Street was one of her daughters.  Next to them, in the middle, lived Jim Flynn and wife Florence.  They had a grown daughter who was a teacher in California and a son who was almost grown.  Jim was our milkman who worked for Smith Brothers.  He had to retire a bit early because his knees were going bad from having to step down from and up onto the Delivery truck all day.  He retired in the early 1970’s.  Next to him on the corner of Dogwood and Rainier, lived young Tom Lewis.  I think he had four children, all in school.  He worked in a hardware store somewhere other than Issaquah.  Across Dogwood from him, lived Miss Court, where a Real Estate Building is now.  She was quite elderly and walked with a cane.  Very pleasant to talk to, she spoke of growing up on East Issaquah Creek (= East Dogwood).  During a flood once, her father had to carry her and her siblings a few yards across the water, so they could go to school.

The Morgan house was between us and Tom Lewis’ place.  There is a drawing of it in the book, “The Past, at Present” on page 158.  The house north of us was a rental as were most of the rest on the block.  When we first came, I think the John Braun family (pronounced Brawn by the family) lived there with their three boys, who were all older than mine.  Faye was very nice and we often visited.  Later on, they built a house in Mirrormont and moved down there.  She had two or three more children later.  For about a year (?) an older women lived in the house, perhaps the widow Finney (?).  Her left arm was useless, but that didn’t hinder her a bit.  She had just spent several years as a live-in nanny to a family of children and kept them in line.  She could cook and clean and wash and do all the essentials with no problem.  She was taking a break at this time.  Next Jack Finney and wife Ruby and daughter, Gwen, came down from Alaska for over a year. They later returned to Alaska.  I believe Jack was a brother to Don Finney.  Jack worked as a cook.  The last family I remember we did not get very friendly with.

We moved up to 411 Bush Street (later 545) in 1968.  The house was built about 1920 by Frank Strnard, brother of Mrs. John Kramer Sr. (Frances Strnard).  His brother, Albin Strnard and family lived here a few years but by 1926 or before had moved to Renton where he pursued his tailoring business.  His daughter, Betty, grew up and married Elmer Hornberg in 1939.  In the 1980’s (?) her husband and son opened a Haberdashery here on the corner of Alder and Front Street in the two story brick building that later housed a bookstore, and then the Bahá’í (Bahai). Betty Strnard Holmberg, died on the 24th of December 1995.

I think the house was then bought by Lawrence Harris who owned the Harris Coal Mine on SR 900.  I was told he built a very large garage so he could park his coal truck there.  He may have had a dormer added on the west side of the house.  He had a son John who married May Wilkinson, a daughter Frances who married Hugo Berg, and a stepson, Ted Burke.  Lawrence J. Harris was mayor of Issaquah from 1934 to 1937 and also served on the city council.  Lawrence died before his wife on Jun 5, 1949 at the age of 76.

1920 Census:  #40  Harris, Laurence  47  Wales  Ireland Wales, Superintendent of Mines

Georgine  W   35  Norway  Norway  Norway

John   S   16  Washington   Wales   Wales

Francis   D   14   Washington   Wales   Wales

Burke, Ted   14   SS   Washington   Minnesota   Norway

(Laurence had a first wife who was mother to his children.)

Years later William Crosby bought the house about 1962.  He said when he first moved in, he had to haul pickup-truck loads of glass bottles from the basement and under the house.  Apparently, someone had had a drinking problem [Editor’s note: more likely the home had been the headquarters of bootleggers at some point. Issaquah was the home of a number of stills during Prohibition].  Bill Crosby needed this fine, big house for his five children.  The oldest boy was Bill who graduated ca. 1968 or so; the youngest boy was David born ca. 1961-62.  I think there were three girls in between, the oldest one was Margie and another, Debbie.  Bill was a bricklayer and his wife, Sarah, was a nurse.  One of the younger girls tells of lying on the floor by the heat vent upstairs, trying to hear what her oldest sister said to her date as they sat on the couch and watched TV.  Bill got used brick from the job and covered the clapboard with brick and put in a few big beams to entirely change the outside character of the house.  He also lowered the ceilings in part of the house and generally did some remodeling.  Sarah did a nice job of landscaping with Rhododendrons and the seedlings Bill brought back after hunting in Eastern Washington.

The neighbors in this part of town went like this.  At 505 Bush Street lived Dick Berntsen.  His wife’s mother lived up the street on the north side of the next block west (380?) and she walked down to visit her daughter everyday.  One would meet her walking one direction or another most of the day.

Next door, at 525 Southeast Bush Street lived Grandma Berg.  I believe she was Norwegian; I know her husband Charles T. Berg was.  She had a son and a daughter, Camilla. Camilla married Tauno Erickson and had four children; two girls and two boys.  They were said to have spent their early married years down the street at 560 Bush Street.  Mrs. Berg was a plump and very gracious lady.  We often visited over the fence and sometimes in the house.  She had a vegetable garden in the back next to the garage.  Mrs. Berg died sometime in the seventies, then her oldest grandson and his wife and daughter lived there for a number of years.

To the east of us lived Mrs. Kramer who had been widowed a year or so before we moved up here.  She was a business woman who had built or remodeled houses many places in town.  She was retired when I knew her.  She gardened some and kept up her house.  She also showed me drawers full of handiwork that she had done, including embroidered pillowcases with crocheted edges, and crocheted bedspreads and tablecloths.  I enjoyed her and admired her spunk.  She taught me how to make apple strudel, which is more complicated and much richer than pie.  She also let me taste a walnut cake she made each Christmas.  She told me she grew up in Slovenia deep in the mountains, about 10 miles from a market town.  Her children visited her, of course, but also lady friends with whom she volunteered at the Veteran’s Hospital (?) and other friends also.  She eventually died of a heart attack.

Across the street, on the corner of Fifth and Bush was the house where Lulu Doty lived.  She had three sons, Everett, Chuck, and Leonard and a daughter.  Everett had married and had a son Jay.  His wife died in an accident on the Lake Washington bridge when Jay was just an infant.  Lulu raised Jay and Everett lived there a long time also.  Jay was about two years older than my son Kevin.  Chuck Doty and wife Umio and son David lived behind us for a time, in one of the houses that Bill Crosby built.  They moved to a better house on Dorado Drive and Chuck rented the little house to a variety of people, before finally selling it. A contractor bought it and planned to build two townhouses.  He moved the Doty house over, destroyed the basement, scooped out a new hole and built a new basement then stuck the house on top of it.  He may have redone the wiring and plumbing.  He put in new windows and put on new siding.  It was now a duplex with one unit in the basement and the other way up in the air.  The second house never got built because he ran out of money.  Finally, he was able to sell the first house to someone who rents out the basement.

The Brady’s moved into 230 Bush Street the year before we moved to Bush Street.  Jim and Diane Brady have three children:  Dan, Erin and Paula.   Dan is married to Pam and he and Paula live in Seattle.  Erin lives in Port Angeles with her son Matt.  Diane and I have been good friends most of the time we have lived here.

When we first came, Dora Hardin lived in the little house at 240 Bush Street.  She worked and kept a nice yard.  After a few years she retired to Sequim where she later died.  There were many people who have lived in this house.  For several years Leonard Doty and his wife Margie lived here.  Carol and John Doty were born here and stayed at least until John was two.

The next house to the east is owned and now lived in by Al Erickson who works for the Parks Department.  Next to him is Margaret Medalen who was a third grade teacher at Clark Elementary for years.

When the picture of this part of town was taken in 1924, the hill behind us must have recently been logged – or at least the trees were waist high or lower.  When we moved to Bush Street in 1968 the trees on the hill were seemingly full grown, but they have grown much taller in these last thirty years.  From our house east, the street gets little sunshine on the south side.  The sun has become more blocked over the years and the frost remains on the street all day.  It can be a nice winter day on Andrews Street, but when one goes south on Fifth Avenue and enters the shade the temperature goes down at least ten degrees and one feels a damp chill.  Now the neighbors across the street are complaining about the lack of sun.

In the last thirty years our Ponderosa Pines have doubled in height.  The fir tree by our driveway was planted when Kevin brought home a seedling (after a talk by forest rangers at school) when he was six or seven.  I wanted to cut it down when it was Christmas tree size but Kevin wouldn’t hear of it.  It grew very fast, partly because I fertilized my Rhododendrons by it every year.  It has produced cones for years.  I expect it would make poor lumber without much strength because it grew so fast.

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