26. MARY CLEVELAND⁵ GERKING (ARTEMISIA "MITTIE"⁴ WILLIS, JOHN AUSTIN³, MESHACK², MESHACK¹) was born 15 Mar 1885 in Centerville (now Athena), Umatilla County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Certificate), and died 27 Apr 1949 in Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Certificate, Local Registrar's Number 297 & State File Number 4653). She married DAVID MABRY JACKSON (Source: Jackson Family Bible, Photocopy of birth page, and noterized letter from Francis Roy Jackson dated Feb. 13, 1951 stating that this birth record was taken from the Family Bible of F. M. Jackson and Elizabeth L. Thurmond. Letter also states that Bible has been in the family for over 90 years) 24 Dec 1908 in Hood River, Hood River County, Oregon (Source: Marriage Certificate State of Oregon & Marriage License, Number 35, Names: David M. Jackson and Mary C. Gerking; County: Hood River; State: Oregon; Harry S. White (Pastor of the Pine Grove Methodist Episcopal Church, Hood River, Oregon); Witnesses: Joseph Gerking & Florence Wilcox ), son of FRANCIS JACKSON and ELIZABETH THURMOND. He was born 17 Mar 1876 in Hood River, Wasco County (now Hood River County) Oregon (Source: Registragion of Birth State of Oregon & page from Jackson Family Bible, Certificate#18026, David Mabry Jackson; born: March 17, 1876, Hood River, Oregon ), and died 23 Dec 1951 in Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Certificate of Death - State of Oregon, State file #14183, Local Registrar's #4821).

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Children of MARY GERKING and DAVID JACKSON are:

i. LOIS ELIZABETH⁶ JACKSON, b. 19 Nov 1909, Hood River, Hood River County, Oregon (Source: Gerking Family Bible, Birth Page, Birth/November 19, 1909); d. 20 Jul 1984, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 84-12329, Name: Delaney, Lois Elizabeth; County: Multnomah; Death Date: 20 Jul 1984; Age: 75; Birth Date: 19 Nov 1909; Spouse: Michael); m. MICHAEL JOSEPH DELANEY, 28 Sep 1929, Vancouver, Clark County, Washington; b. 10 Nov 1909, Grenfell, Canada; d. 09 Jul 1963, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 9975, Name: Delaney, Michael J.; County: Multnomah; Death Date: 9 Jul 1963; Age: 53; Spouse: Lois).

Notes for LOIS ELIZABETH JACKSON:

1. Lois is buried in Rose City Cemetery, 5625 NE Fremont, Portland, OR 97213.

Grave 4 W 1/2, Lot 414, Sec. P.

More About LOIS ELIZABETH JACKSON:

Burial: 24 Jul 1984, Rose City Cemetery, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Rose City Cemetery, 5625 NE Fremont, Portland, Multnomah County, OR 97213, Grave 4 w 1/2, Lot 414, Sec. P)

Medical Information: Heart attack

Social Security Number: SS#541-56-2710 issued in Oregon (Source: Social Security Death Index)

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Burial: Jul 1963, Rose City Cemetery, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon

Social Security Number: 540-09-9496 issued in Oregon (Source: Social Security Death Index)

More About MICHAEL DELANEY and LOIS JACKSON:

Death of one spouse: 09 Jul 1963, Portland, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 9975, Name: Delaney, Michael J.; County: Multnomah; Death Date: 9 Jul 1963; Age: 53; Spouse: Lois)

Marriage: 28 Sep 1929, Vancouver, Clark County, Washington

ii. WILLARD EUGENE JACKSON, b. 09 Feb 1911, Hood River, Hood River County, Oregon (Source: Certificate of Birth - State of Oregon, Registered # 552); d. 20 Jun 1950, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Certificate of Death - State of Oregon); m. LIVING GARRISON, 28 Jun 1940, Vancouver, Clark County, Washington (Source: Certificate of Marriage, State of Washington, Clark County, June 28, 1940 ).

Notes for WILLARD EUGENE JACKSON:

1. My father, Williard Eugene Jackson, was a very handsome and charming man. I was only nine years old when he died, but I still remember how goofy and silly women acted around him. It was especially uncomfortable for me when the women were my school teachers, Brownie leaders, and of course, the Sunday school teachers, who had grown up with him. He would just go about his business acting as if he wasn't aware of their behavior.

One of my favorite memories I have of my father is when he took me shopping for my first day of school dress when I started first grade. My brother was a baby, so my mother turned this job over to Daddy. He put me in front of a rack of dresses, and allowed me to choose my own dress. I was very fond of a blue stripe, but my father liked a pink plaid. He kept asking me if I didn't think I would like the plaid better than the stripe, and I steadfastly insisted I wanted the stripe. There was nothing wrong with the blue dress, he just preferred the pink, so we went home with both dresses.

My aunt, Margaret (Jackson) Glover, remembered going with him when I was a baby to get me my first Easter bonnet. She said that he sat me on the counter and tried all the hats on me himself. He wouldn't let the sales lady help him. He finally purchased a bonnet when he was positive that he had found the one that looked the best. My cousin, Rosalie, also remembers that he took her to a downtown department store and bought her an Easter bonnet when she was about four years old. I remember that it was very important to him that my mother, my sister and I all had new Easter bonnets every year. I did not know that this extended to some of my cousins as well.

My cousin Rosalie said that her sister, Diane, received a bike for her birthday. Rosalie also wanted a bike, but her dad told her that if she wanted one she would have to save her money and buy it herself. She thinks that he intended to get her one for her birthday, but he didn't say that, and children often take things literally. What he didn't know, was that she had been saving the money that she received for doing chores, and that she actually had enough money to buy a bike. Her father was a train engineer, and soon left on a run. After he was gone, Rosalie got her bank and called my father and he took her to Montgomery Ward so she could buy a bike.

My Auntie Margaret also told me that he was very "picky" about decorating the family Christmas tree. This was the cause of many fights and arguments with his sisters. Lois was already married, but Florence and Lorraine absolutely refused to trim the tree with him. To keep peace in the family Grandma decided that they would trim the tree on alternate years. Florence and Lorraine would decorate the tree one year and the following year, Margaret and my father would trim the tree. I guess she figured since there was such a difference in their ages, Margaret would not complain as much.

I, of course, knew nothing of this story, until one year Auntie asked me to come over and help her trim her tree. I would stand back and squint at the tree before hanging any ornaments. My aunt watched me do this for a while, and then told me that she thought she would just let me do it. She said, "I can see you are just like your dad, and if I let you do it by yourself, I will have the most beautiful tree I have ever had!" Our tree at home (when I was little) was always decorated after we went to sleep. My father always bought a small tree for our bedroom that we got to decorate ourselves. We were the envy of all our friends. After she told me this story, I realized why we got our own tree.

Another nice memory I have is of him sitting in the rocking chair on Sunday mornings, with all three of us kids on his lap, while he read the "funny paper" to us.

He also took my sister and I to the Rose City Library in the Hollywood District of Portland, OR to get our first library cards. We actually had library cards before we could even read. I was four years old and my sister was a year and a half younger. We were allowed to choose any books we wanted from the children's section, and our parents would read them to us. The following week, after dinner was over, he would take us back to the library, and we would return our books and check out new ones.

2. Obituary - Willard Jackson - Hood River, Oregon

Funeral services are to be held in Portland Saturday at 10 a.m. from the A. J. Rose Mortuary at 6th and Alder for Willard E. Jackson, 39, son of D. M. Jackson, both of Portland and former pioneer, who passed away from a cerebral hemorrage Tuesday.

Jackson is survived by his wife and three children, four sisters, two uncles, F. R. Jackson and J. B. Jackson, both of Hood River and a number of cousins.

3. Obituary - Willard E. Jackson - Hood River, Oregon

Funeral services for Willard E. Jackson, 39, were held in Portland last Saturday morning. He died in Portland from a cerebral hemorrage on Tuesday, June 20. Born in Hood River, he had lived most of his life in Portland. Mr. Jackson was a past grand master of the Odd Fellows lodge. He is survived by his wife and three children, Janelle, Roseane, Bryant. Portland; four sisters, Mrs. Lois Delaney, Mrs. Florence Peresich, Mrs. Lorane Broadbent, Portland, Mrs. Margaret Glover, Baker, Oregon; his father, D. M. Jackson, Portland, a pioneer resident of Hood River.

Other survivors include two uncles, F. R. Jackson and J. B. Jackson, of Hood River.

More About WILLARD EUGENE JACKSON:

Burial: 24 Jun 1950, Park Hill Cemetery, Vancouver, Clark County, Washington (Source: Janelle Jackson - daughter)

Cause of Death: Subcardinoid hemmorage (Source: Certificate of Death - State of Oregon, State file # 6821, Local Registrar's # 397.)

Elected: Grand Master of Odd Fellows Lodge, Portland, Oregon (Source: Newspaper Obituary , Mr. Jackson was a past grand master of the Odd Fellows Lodge)

Graduation: Grant High School, Portland, Oregon (Source: Grant High School Yearbook)

Medical Information: hypertension

Member: Odd Fellows Lodge, Portland, Oregon (Source: Newspaper Obituary, Mr. Jackson was a past grand master of the Odd Fellows Lodge)

Occupation: Automobile Trimmer/Upholsteror (Source: Janelle Jackson - daughter)

Social Security Number: SS# 535-10-3895 issued in Washington (Source: Social Security Death Index, SSN: 535-10-3895, Name: Willard Jackson; Born: 9 Feb 1911; Died: Jun 1950; State (Year) SSN Isued: Washington before 1951)

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Death of one spouse: 20 Jun 1950, Portland, Oregon (Source: Certificate of Death - State of Oregon)

Marriage: 28 Jun 1940, Vancouver, Clark County, Washington (Source: Certificate of Marriage, State of Washington, Clark County, June 28, 1940 )

iii. FLORENCE MARY JACKSON, b. 21 May 1916, Hood River, Hood River County, Oregon (Source: Gerking Family Bible, Memoranda - Births); d. 06 Mar 1996, Florence, Lane County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 96-05487, Name: Perisich, Florence M.; County: Lane; Death Date: 6 Mar 1996; Age: 80; Birth Date: 21 May 1916; Spouse: Peter ); m. (1) EDWARD FRANKLIN PORTER-SMITH, Bet. 1934 - 1935, Hood River, Hood River County, Oregon; b. 26 Jun 1907, Lincoln, England; d. 10 Oct 1995, Deschutes County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate #: 95-20970, Name: Porter-Smith, Edward Frank; County: Deschutes; Death Date: 10 Oct 1995; Age: 88; Birth Date: 11 Jun 1907; Spouse: Mabel); m. (2) RALPH R. PERKINS, Aft. 1937, Washington; b. Missouri; m. (3) PETER HENRY PERISICH, 25 Jun 1949; b. 17 Jul 1918 (Source: Social Security Death Index, SSN: 700-18-1191, Name: Peter H. Perisich; Last Residence: 97739 La Pine, Deschutes County, Oregon, USA; Born: 17 Jul 1918; State (Year) SSN Issued: Railroad Board (Issued Through) 1951-1963 ); d. 04 Jul 1988, La Pine, Deschutes County, Oregon (Zip Code 97739) (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 88-12579, Name: Perisich, Peter Henry; County: Deschutes; Death Date: 4 Jul 1988; Age: 70; Birth Date: 17 Jul 1918; Spouse: Florence).

Notes for FLORENCE MARY JACKSON:

1. Ralph Perkins was a nice guy until his brother came from Missouri and the two of them started drinking. After that, Ralph became abusive, and Florence divorced him.

SOURCE: Margaret (Jackson) Glover

2. INTERVIEW WITH FLORENCE JACKSON PERISICH

Recorded August 1, 1993

(Recorded and transcribed by David Boehi, grandson}

HER GRANDPARENTS

My grandparents on my father's side died before I was born. My father's mother died when he was seven years old. My grandfather died in 1914, and I was born in 1916.

Grandpa started the first school house in Hood River. That grandmother was the third white woman in Hood River. I'm still not quite sure how they came out to Oregon, but I think they took a train to California, and then came by ship up to Portland.

He'd been out here before to Hood River. When he was a young man he came out to the gold fields, and wandered up here and back down. And then his father was ill and so he went back to Morristown, Tennessee, and the war came on. He was captured in the war and held for two years. My dad and his youngest brother were born in Hood River. A lot of the family moved to Banning, Texas

CORRECTION: They moved to Fannin County, Texas (JJ)

I guess that grandfather Gerking guided several trains after they came out. He was in the Northern army, but was only in a few months from what I understand, because they had a measles epidemic and they dismissed them all. That's when they came to Oregon.

CORRECTION: I believe that she has her grandfathers mixed up. I have never come across any information in my research that Benjamin Gerking guided wagon trains west. Her other grandfather, Francis Marion Jackson, is reported to have guided at least two wagon trains to California with his elder brother, David Cartwright Jackson. This information has come to me from the descendants of David Cartwright Jackson, and George W. Jackson, who were brothers of Francis M. Jackson. David and Francis made at least three trips to the California gold fields, and returned to Tennessee when they received word that their father was in poor health in 1858. He died later that year and his sons did not return California. They both married and became involved in the Civil War. After the war, Francis returned briefly to San Francisco, California in 1871 with his family, while en route to Oregon. (JJ)

My grandmother on my mother's side was Artemisia Willis. She was a teacher. She was supposed to be in the first graduating class at the University of Oregon, which was called the Academy of Oregon at that time.

She came over the Oregon Trail with her parents in 1854. She was eight years old, and had her own little red blanket. They ran into a band of Indians in Idaho who flocked around them. An old Indian chief grabbed her blanket, and she began running and screaming and pounding on him. And so the old squaws thought this was funny, and they made him give her blanket to her.

They didn't talk much about any of that (coming to Oregon). I think she did to my older sister, but maybe I was too little to know. My mom didn't talk much about it either.

When I was in high school my mother told me a bunch of stories and I wrote up a booklet about her life. I showed it to a cousin, and I think she must have stolen it, because I never saw it again. It was about her life as she was growing up and when she was a teacher. They settled in a town like Marysburg, or something like that near Roseburg. She rode horseback over the mountain to Roseburg to teach school.

NOTE: According to census records, Artemisia lived with her family in Lane County near Cottage Grove, Oregon in 1860 and 1870. After 1870 she lived in Umatilla County, near Centerville (Athena), Oregon. It is possible that sometime during the years between the census years of 1860 and 1870 she could have lived in the Roseburg area in order to teach school, but returned before 1870. (JJ)

I remember one funny thing about her. I was taking violin lessons when I was about seven years old and she didn't like the sound of my violin, so she hid it.

My grandfather died when I was six. That house is still there in Hood River. They had an apple ranch. My grandmother sold her home and lived part of the time with us and part of the time with my aunt in Hood River. So, at the time she died, we had moved out in northeast Portland, where Dad was building a house. We had this little garage house, tent, in the back while he was building this, so she wasn't living with us at that time. I was 10 when she died.

CORRECTION: The Gerkings had a strawberry farm. Her grandfather Jackson had an apple ranch. (JJ)

I only have one picture in my mind of my grandfather. I remember sitting on their deck, and I was sitting on the step. He was in a rocking chair, and he had this beard, and he was sitting there smoking a pipe. My grandmother had a big oak tree there, and around this oak tree was a big bed of pansies. I loved that house, my grandmother's dishes and things. In fact, I've got a blue bowl at home that I found at a thrift store because it looked like one of my grandmother's dishes. And then she had these green glasses that were pretty. That farm house must have fascinated me. She had a big coat rack and an organ.

NOTE: It is now 2006 and the oak tree is still there. I have often pictured my grandmother, Mary (Gerking) Jackson, looking out the window at it. The organ was in the possession of Nana (Gerking) Dreske, and she left it in Hood River with a Dreske relative when she came to Portland. When she did not return for it, the relative gave it away. (JJ)

It wasn't until after Mom and Dad had died that I learned I had this uncle, my mother's brother. I always thought he'd died, maybe in World War I, and they just hadn't put the date in the Bible or something like that. This Will Junkin called me one day and said, "Your uncle is out here at this nursing home in Gresham." I said, "I don't have an uncle." He said, "Yes, you do."

Evidently he had been in a nursing home in Pendleton for many years. But why the folks kept that such a secret I don't know. I learned from one of my cousins that he was studying for the ministry, and he fell from a ladder and hit his head, and something happened. Some brain damage or something. I learned this around the time he died in 1967. Lois and I went up to Hood River to the courthouse and went through the records. It showed my grandmother and grandfather had left money to him, and he was still alive. It was really a peculiar thing.

HER PARENTS

My sister, Margaret, told me something I didn't know about---how my dad met my mother. He said he came down past her house and there was this really pretty girl working in the flower bed. You just didn't walk up in those days and speak. He kept on going to dances, and different places, and could never find her and meet her. Of course, her family was pretty religious; I don't think she ever went to dances. So then he went downtown to visit his sister, and here was this girl. She and his sister were friends, and that's how he met my mother. This was in Hood River.

My dad was 32, and he made up his mind he was going to have that gal. She was 23. She used to tease him about how many girl friends he used to have. She would talk about a red-haired girl he had gone with.

I don't know if you've heard of the evangelist Billy Sunday? He and my dad were good friends. He came from Odel, Oregon, right there by Pine Grove, in the Hood River valley. They swam as kids together.

My dad was fun. We'd have parties at home and Dad was always right in with them. Playing cards with them. My cousins always called him their "fun" uncle. He didn't get married until he was 32, and he had these nieces and they were all crazy about my dad, I guess. He was awfully well-liked.

My dad was really funny when he would tell me a story. They had a big old goat or ram, and he and his brother lived in a log cabin up in Hood River. My dad was about seven and his brother was five and my grandfather had gone off into town, it was cold and they wanted to go out and get some wood; and every time they went out this big old goat would run after them and they couldn't get it!

He said he used to slip out at night out a window to go to dances. Finally his dad said one day, "Why don't you just go out the door. I know you're going anyway."

Dad had beautiful handwriting. He never finished high school, but then he had a good education because my grandfather was well-educated. Plus, I guess in those pioneer days they educated them at home.

NOTE: His aunt, Cordelia Thurman/Thurmond, lived with them. She was a school teacher. She made the trip out with the rest of his family from Tennessee. She never married. She would have had a hand in their education as well. David's father, Francis M. Jackson, started the Pine Grove School District in Hood River. He was also a school teacher for a while in Coffee County, Tennessee after the Civil War. His father, John B. Jackson, was a teacher at the Monticello Academy, in Monticello, Kentucky. The Jackson family put a high priority on education, so if this information is correct, it is very unusual, and would not have been because of financial reasons. (JJ)

I could wind him around my finger. I couldn't my mother. I remember one time we were giggling around the table, and my dad says, "I'm going to spank you kids," and he would run around the table, couldn't catch us.

He was a real good cook. On Sunday morning he used to fix biscuits and gravy, or silver dollar pancakes, and bacon and stuff. He'd come pound on our bedroom door, and if we didn't get up and eat breakfast...well, if we'd had a date Saturday night, we didn't go out the next Saturday night. It was the only breakfast I liked, because normally he always had the old pan of oatmeal on the stove and I hated it.

My mom was more strict with us than he was. She was a wonderful musician. I never realized how much so, until after she died, and I was going through some of her piano music. She could have been a concert pianist the way she played. And you know, we didn't have a TV at the start, we didn't have a radio at the start, and we grew up around the piano. I had this cousin who played the violin, and my mother played the piano, and we sang and stuff.

NOTE: There was no TV station in Portland until after our grandparents died. I remember a man in our neighborhood was a ham radio operator, and worked in the electronics field. He put up a telephone pole in his yard with a TV antenna on it. The reception was terrible. Everyone in the neighborhood would go to their house and watch YOU ASKED FOR IT through the snow on the TV screen. It was really awful, but we didn't know any better, so we thought it was wonderful! (JJ)

We had a huge garden, a good full acre. Dad used to plow it with a horse. Fifty-seventh and Alberta was where it was. They'd grow vegetables, berries, fruit trees. I liked to garden. I used to work in the yard, but I don't think the other kids did.

LIVING IN HOOD RIVER

Dad and my grandparents each had an apple ranch. In the time of World War I, Dad was running his apple ranch and theirs. They shipped apples to England, and they weren't paid for. In about 1937, I saw this article in the paper saying that people who had sent apples to England during World War I were now getting paid for it, and so I called up my dad and told him about it, and he got some money from it, and they needed it, too.

My sister Lois was six years older than I was, and Willard was five years older. The other two were younger, my sister Lorraine, then Margaret. The four older of us were born in Hood River, and born in the same bed! Margaret was born in Portland; she was always a city kid. She don't like living outdoors yet. She's just lost when she gets outside.

I had the biggest baby buggy in Hood River, Oregon. My dad bought a Studebaker, and my picture was in the paper. He was holding me, I was a few months old, and I had the biggest baby buggy in Hood River. When that Columbia River highway went through, it went through to the locks first. Dad took that car, had to drive a wagon road, another man went with him. I was three months old, when he drove to Portland with us in that car.

I used to think I couldn't remember much of anything, just flashes of things. You don't know whether it's really real or not. Once I was talking with Lois, and I said, "I remember walking down a road behind my dad, and I think I had a red coat, and he was carrying a shovel over his shoulder." And Lois said, "Yes, you did. You ran off down to your grandparents. And Dad went to get you." It was a few miles. And then I said, "Lois, did I play by a creek up there with some dolls?" And she said, "We had this little brook running through that yard." When we went back to see that house a few years ago, we saw that little brook.

MOVING TO PORTLAND

My parents moved to Portland because of my dad's allergies. He was a rancher and had terrible asthma from the sprays and stuff in Hood River.

Dad worked for the Park Bureau for about 33 years. He tried real estate, but I think it was a poor time to try it. He took the Civil Service examination and worked for the Park Bureau all those years, gardening and maintaining buildings. He worked at almost every park in Portland. It meant steady work. He had work during the Depression. He got laid off some, but he still worked.

DIFFERENT MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD

I remember picking lots of berries, raspberries, as a kid. All of us kids did. There were lots of woods and fields. I remember we'd go off and wander around these woods and pick flowers, clear down to the Columbia River, which was five miles away. Mama never seemed to worry or ask us where we were. I spent a lot of Sundays like that. I can't believe we did that now.

I liked to put on shows like Bethany does. We'd set up a tent in the yard, and I'd get all these kids to come to a show, and charge them a penny to come. My folks always let us have parties like Halloween parties and stuff. My dad always joined them. He'd tell ghost stories and everything. Taffe pulls.

At Christmas, we never had much of presents, I'll tell you that. One little present. But we always had a Christmas tree, turkey, and stuff like that. Margaret once wrote that we had meat loaf for Christmas once, but that's a bunch of baloney! I don't know where she got the idea that we were so poor we had to have meat loaf. My dad always managed to get a turkey. In fact, we raised chickens and rabbits. Lois once had a big white rabbit, and someone stole it before Thanksgiving.

I remember the zeppelins flew to Portland. I was pretty young, I must have been about seven. And this thing was flying around in the sky and people were running around saying the world was coming to an end.

I was just talking with Melissa and she was showing me her warts; and I was telling her once when I was in school and I had these little seed warts all over my hand when I was about her age. They sent me to the nurse's office, and she sent me home, said I had some disease on my hand, and I cried all the way home. It just broke my heart, thinking I was some terrible contaminated kid. My mother took me to the doctor, and he said, "That's just little seed warts on her hand."

Margaret broke my big doll. I had this cousin who lived with us for awhile. We had these big china dolls. She was only about two.

I loved the house we had at 36th and Clinton. But dad signed some bond for somebody, and he disappeared, and he had to pay off the bond, so he lost that house. That's when we went out and built. But I used to go by there in high school, and even after Pete and I were married, and look at that house. We must have left there when I was about 10.

NOTE: According to the US Census in 1910 they were still living in Hood River. In 1920 they were living at 8657 E. Stark Street, in Portland, and in 1930 they were living at 57th and Alberta St. in Portland. Sometime between 1920 and 1930 they also lived in the Kenton District in North Portland. According to Aunt Margaret, that was the house that Grandpa lost. I have checked the neighborhood on 86th & Stark, but the house is no longer there (or the address has changed). I did find that the homes in the neighborhood are "Craftsman" style homes with large front porches. I have some pictures of the family in what I have always thought was the Kenton home and it appears to be quite lovely. Much nicer than the house they built on Alberta St. Further research will have to be done to verify a home on Clinton Street. (JJ)

It was tough on my mother to go and camp out, after a lovely home like that. He went and built a garage with a big tent out the back, with an outhouse.

I guess we must have had trouble getting by, but I don't remember much of that. I remember we had our electricity off during the Depression and we were using lamps. But everybody else was doing the same. I don't think I felt deprived or anything. Of course Mama canned stuff.

I must have been about 12, and my mother was working in a cannery or something, and I decided to take Lorraine and go downtown. I wanted to know where some store was, Thrifty's or Newberry's or something, and I asked a policeman and he showed me. I went home and my brother was so mad that I had gone off to town. My mother said, "Leave her alone, she knew what she was doing!"

I remember something now that I think was really scary that my folks never knew about. We lived out in the Kenton district when I was about 10, and I was by some railroad tracks, and I remember running under this train, and the train started rolling. I was frightened. I was lucky I wasn't killed. I was one of those kind of kids who took chances like that. We weren't worried about being kidnapped or anything like that, and they just kind of let us run free. I don't think they could capture me. I was just off on my own.

I must have been about seven, and my folks had a garden, and I took the tomatoes out of my mother's garden and went out and sold them to make money. And I remember one time when I was a little older, about 10 or so, I saw something about how if you sold some sort of children's magazine, you could win some prizes. I was all over the neighborhood selling these things, and I think they sent me a box of crayons or something afterwards.

I remember the first time I smoked. I was still in grade school. My next-door neighbor girl got a cigarette, and we took it out in the woods and smoked. We got so sick. I mean we were sick! Our mothers worked at the cannery, and they came home and were all worried because we were so sick, and they never knew we had smoked. That cured me for a long time, I never smoked again until I was about 21.

TEENAGE YEARS

When I was a teenager, Dad would take me and some of my friends down to the Odd Fellow's Lodge and he'd play cards, and they'd have old time square dances. Of course, we'd go on the street car at that time.

We had cars, but when I was about 10, Dad had an accident and my mother didn't want him to have a car anymore. My mother, brother, and sister went up to Hood River to pick apples and earn some money. They took Margaret, who was a baby, and Lorraine and I stayed home with my dad. In Parkrose, it was pouring down rain, and we went into a skid and hit another car. I was sitting in the middle seat of the car; it threw me clear out of the car. I didn't seem to be hurt much. My mother didn't want him to have a car anymore. Traffic was beginning to build up at that time in Portland. I think he was a little leery of it, because when we were living there at 57th and Alberta and I was going to Commerce High (which was way over there across town at 26th and Powell); Dad would drive a special way to avoid traffic areas. He worked at a park right by the school.

To get to high school, I went on a bus up to Sandy Blvd., got on a street car to 39th and Sandy, and then transferred to another bus that took me to school clear across town. It must have taken an hour, I suppose. Cleveland High was called Commerce High at that time; it was more of a business school.

Many of our activities revolved around the church. Everything was the church. I was always into programs at school, plays and stuff. I was always pushing for the lead. I don't know whether I sang any good, but I was always up there singing. And my sister, Lorraine, was always kind of shy. Her whole life, she never wanted to go to town by herself. She went to Grant High School, and if we went downtown, she wanted me to meet her. I was always off on some project as a kid.

We liked going to the movies, going out for ice cream afterwards. A whole group of us used to walk to the Roseway theatre at 72nd and Sandy to shows. You walked. You didn't think of cars. I didn't have a bike. We had rough roads out there. We were just outside the city limits.

CLEVE

I missed a lot when she was young, and she would stay with my mother, and I was in Hood River. I couldn't get work in Portland. I was living with my cousin and she had five kids of her own, it was too much for her to have Cleve there. So, finally, I had to bring Cleve down to live with my mother for a year or two. I used to visit on my days off, and then I had to go back to Hood River to work. I can still see that little kid standing at that glass door, looking so sad when I'd leave. She always looked so sad.

More About FLORENCE MARY JACKSON:

Burial: Mar 1996, Deschutes Memorial, Bend, OR

Medical Information: gall bladder disease

Social Security Number: SS# 542-08-6312 issued in Oregon (Source: Social Security Death Index, SSN: 542-09-6312, Name: Florence M. Perisich; Last Residence: 97739 La Pine, Deschutes County, Oregon, USA; Born: 21 May 1916; Died: Mar 1996; State (Year) SSN Issude: Oregon before 1951)

Notes for EDWARD FRANKLIN PORTER-SMITH:

More About EDWARD PORTER-SMITH and FLORENCE JACKSON:

Marriage: Bet. 1934 - 1935, Hood River, Hood River County, Oregon

More About RALPH PERKINS and FLORENCE JACKSON:

Divorce: Portland, Multnomah County, OR

Marriage: Aft. 1937, Washington

More About PETER HENRY PERISICH:

Burial: Jul 1988, Deschutes Memorial, Bend, OR

Social Security Number: SS# 700-18-1191 (Source: Social Security Death Index, SSN: 700-18-1191, State (Year) SSN issued: Railroad Board (Issued Through) 1951-1963)

More About PETER PERISICH and FLORENCE JACKSON:

Death of one spouse: 04 Jul 1988, LaPine, Oregon

Marriage: 25 Jun 1949

iv. BERTHA LORRAINE JACKSON, b. 28 Nov 1918, Hood River, Hood River County, Oregon (Source: Gerking Family Bible, Memoranda - Births); d. 06 Feb 1961, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Name: Broadbent, Lorraine; Death Date; 6 Feb 1961; Age: 42; Spouse: Schofield ); m. SCHOFIELD JOSHUA BROADBENT, 08 Jul 1936, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon; b. 29 Nov 1914, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 79-17320, Name: Broadbent, Schofield J.; Birth Date: 26 Nov 1914); d. 16 Oct 1979, McMinnville, Yamhill County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 79-17320, Name: Broadbent, Schofield J; County: Yamhill; Death Date: 16 Oct 1979; Age: 65; Birth Date: 26 Nov 1914; Spouse: Dessie).

Notes for BERTHA LORRAINE JACKSON:

1. My cousin, Rosalie (Broadbent) Lopez told me a story about her mother, Bertha Lorraine (Jackson) Broadbent. It seems that Aunt Lorraine & our grandmother, Mary (Gerking) Jackson could whistle like birds, and Lorraine found a way to take advantage of this talent.

Lorraine and her husband would go hunting, and Scholfield would go tromping through the woods, but Lorraine would find a log and sit and wait for a deer to come to her. When a deer came ambling along, she would give her famous bird whistle. The curious deer would turn to look at her, and she would shoot it between the eyes (because she did not want to waste any meat). It seems that she had a use for everything from the neck down. Rosalie said that her mother did this many times over the years.

More About BERTHA LORRAINE JACKSON:

Burial: Feb 1961, Portland Memorial, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon

More About SCHOFIELD JOSHUA BROADBENT:

Burial: Oct 1979

More About SCHOFIELD BROADBENT and BERTHA JACKSON:

Death of one spouse: 06 Feb 1961, Portland, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Name: Broadbent: Lorraine B.; County: Multnomah; Death Date: 6 Feb 1961; Spouse: Schoefield)

Marriage: 08 Jul 1936, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon

v. MARGARET NANA JACKSON, b. 05 Jul 1923, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Gerking Family Bible , Name: Margaret Nana Jackson; Born: July 5, 1923); d. 30 Jun 2001, Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon (Source: Marge Glover Dryden called me minutes after her mother passed away, June 30, 2001. Statement given by Janelle Jackson); m. WALLIS "BARNEY" GLOVER, 12 Dec 1945, Vancouver, Clark County, Washington (Source: Gerking Family Bible, Marriages.); b. 29 Aug 1920, Hamilton, Washington (Source: Social Security Death Index, SSN: 543-18-0715, Name: Wallis Glover; Born: 29 Aug 1920; Died: Jul 1971; State (Year) SSN issued: Oregon before 1951 ); d. 14 Jul 1971, Beaverton, Washington County, Oregon (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 71-11627, Name: Wallis Glover; County: Washington; Death Date: 14 Jul 1971; Age: 51; Birth Date: Aug 1920; Spouse: Margaret).

Notes for MARGARET NANA JACKSON:

1. My Auntie

by Janelle Jackson

My aunt, Margaret (Jackson) Glover was very good to me. I wouldn't know how to classify her, except to say she was much more than an aunt. Perhaps a soul mate would be a better description. She was very psychic and if she couldn't reach me by phone, she would sit and meditate for me to call her. It worked every time. Since her death, she has also visited several family members in our dreams. No one is surprised that she does this, and when a family member tells someone a story of this type, they usually have their own story to tell.

She was a great person to go to if your were troubled, because she always gave excellent advice. She also had a very sweet, melodic voice, unless she was angry and then it could change in an instant, and she knew how to "snap her eyes", much to the chagrin of her children.

She told me that she was my first Santa Claus. I was a year and a half old, and she made herself a costume, and put a pillow inside (she was very tiny), and sat me on her knee, and talked with a low voice. She told me that I looked into her eyes and said, "You sure are a nice Santa Claus, but you have eyes just like my Auntie Margaret!" Everyone laughed! She had one green eye and one brown eye, and you can't disguise that!

As a young woman, she came down with Multiple Sclerosis and was very ill for a long time. She had a stroke during this time period, and also became blind for a brief period of time, but later, when she became pregnant with her third child the disease went into remission and did not progress further for many years. I know that she was often in pain, but she lived with it, and I am sure during the years of remission, many acquaintances did not realize that she was ill.

After her husband died, she decided to attend Portland Community College. She was successful in earning an Associate's Degree. She really enjoyed her school days, and was popular with the other students. He oldest daughter, and her son were also students at PCC while she was attending school. She particularly loved journalism and writing courses. She also completed training as a Teacher's Aide. She worked for a brief period of time in this field, but was unable to get a job close to home, and it was difficult for her to travel such a long distance by bus. She still put these skills to excellent use, by teaching her grandchildren. All these children excelled beyond those of other children in their age category. She was very proud of her children and grandchildren, and they knew how much she loved them.

She passed away of kidney disease, and it was very painful for the family she left behind to lose her, but she was suffering and we knew we would have to learn to spend the rest of our lives without her. I loved spending time with her, and I will always miss her. She was the best aunt in the world!

2. Obituary - Oregonian Newspaper, Portland, Oregon

Margaret N. Glover died June 30, 2001, at age 77.

Mrs. Glover was born Margaret N. Jackson on July 5, 1923, in Portland, where she lived most of her life. She was graduated from Girls Polytechnic High School and was a welder in the shipyards during World War II. She then was a homemaker. In 1945, she married Wallis Glover, he died in 1971.

She is survived by her daughters, Bonnie Griswold and Margaret Dryden; son, George, four grandchildren, and three great grandchildren.

Private service. Remembrances to the Multiple Sclerosis Society of Portland. Arrangements by Portland Memorial.

More About MARGARET NANA JACKSON:

Diploma: Girl's Politechnic High School, Portland, Oregon

Employed: Worked as a welder in the Portland Ship Yards during WW II

Notes for WALLIS "BARNEY" GLOVER:

1. My aunt, Margaret Glover, told me that all the time he was growing up her husband, Wallis Glover, thought his name was Barney Glover. It seems that one of his uncles thought his hair looked like that of Barney Google the comic strip character. As a result, his family started calling him Barney. He didn't find out his name was really Wallis until he decided to go into the Navy during World War II.

Janelle Jackson

More About WALLIS "BARNEY" GLOVER:

Military: U S Navy, WW II

Social Security Number: SS# 543-18-0715 issued in Oregon (Source: Social Security Death Index, SSN: 543-18-0715, State (Year) SSN issued: Oregon before 1951)

More About WALLIS GLOVER and MARGARET JACKSON:

Death of one spouse: 14 Jul 1971, Vancouver, Washington (Source: Oregon Death Index, Certificate: 14 Jul 1971, Name: Glover, Wallis; County: Washington; Death Date: 14 Jul 1971; Age: 51; Birth Date: Aug 1920; Spouse: Margaret)

Marriage: 12 Dec 1945, Vancouver, Clark County, Washington (Source: Gerking Family Bible, Marriages.)