My father, Frank Claycomb (3rd from left), with golfing friends (or work associates?) at the Grand Hotel, Mackinac Island, Michigan. Probably late 1930s.
In the first blog post I questioned whether Dad had gotten this car. There’s no photo of it. But he did get it. He went to Detroit from Los Angeles to pick it up and drive it home.
We can follow his route from Detroit – he first visited family in DeKalb, Illinois and then Wayne, Nebraska. Then Denver and south to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Holbrook, Kingman, Barstow, to Hollywood – sounds like Route 66. Then he used it as he called on customers in southern California and Arizona.
Here’s the description of the car and his contract.
Wouldn’t it be fun to do that same trip today in a 1940 Ford convertible?
A letter written to my father (Frank Claycomb) when he was 5 years old. From his Uncle John (Bressler).
June 11, 1920
Has your pony come yet? Tell your Daddy I have been by Mrs. Snyder’s several times, but have never been in. What do you do all the time?
I will send this letter to you by airplane to Omaha and then from there to Wayne on the train. With love, Uncle John.
These are two of my father’s i.d. cards. One is his student activity card for Wayne (Nebraska) State Teachers College. It surprises me that it would cost $3.25 for one semester in 1933. Seems pricey.
The other is his Michigan driver’s license for 1936. It’s printed on shiny paper – like photo paper. He was 21 and would be getting married that April.
Like many young men, my father, Frank Claycomb, loved cars. I just found some old negatives of him and his friends posing with cars. Dad is on the left in the first three photos – not sure he owned that car. All the men look like they could be in Dillinger’s gang. These would have been taken 1933-35.
Dad in the passenger seat.
This is the eulogy that was read at the services for Dad in 1999. He would have been 100 years old this year.
February 2, 1915 Frank Erwin Claycomb was born in Sycamore Illinois on the farm of his Grandfather, for whom he was named. His father Amos Townsend Claycomb had also been born in Illinois, but his mother Ruth Bressler Claycomb was from a small town in Nebraska. When Frank was 2 years old, the family moved to Wayne Nebraska where Frank’s maternal grandfather had homesteaded in the 1880’s. Here the family farmed raising corn, wheat and hay. Frank had an older brother John, 2 younger brothers, George and Richard, and a sister Barbara.
All the children attended Wayne High School; Frank graduated in 1931. He then went 2 years to Wayne State Teachers College.
In the mid-1930’s he moved back to Illinois and got a job with the Central Illinois Power & Light Company, beginning his career in the electrical industry. And more importantly to his children, this is where he met Harriet Duncan. They were married April 11, 1936, and celebrated their 63rd anniversary 3 weeks ago. At their wedding, Harriet’s sister Helen met Frank’s brother, John. A few years later Helen Duncan married John Claycomb.
Frank and Harriet lived in several cities when Frank worked for Anaconda Wire & Cable Company. They moved from St. Louis to Detroit to Hollywood and Pasadena. This was during World War II when it was patriotic to raise as much of your family food as possible. Frank built a chicken coop, stocked it with hens that provided eggs. He joined a neighborhood Victory Garden. On what was a vacant lot, they produced vegetables for the whole block. Even in the city, the man from Nebraska never forgot the farm.
He was asked to come to work for Pacific Wholesale Electric Company in downtown San Diego so they moved to North Park. When he had a chance to buy some acreage in Eucalyptus Hills, he jumped at the opportunity to work the land again. He not only continued to work downtown, which meant a very long commute in the days without freeways, but it meant more work when he got home from his job.
With the help of his family, he tended the trees – avocado, orange, lemon, grapefruit, apricot, walnut, plum, loquat, pomegranate and more. He cultivated a garden of corn, lettuce, tomatoes, grapes, squash, carrots and radishes. He raised turkeys, hens, pigs and helped his children care for their lambs, rabbits and horse. The children always had a list of chores to do, but they also had pets, fresh fruit, and room to roam in a great rural neighborhood. Frank and Harriet provided a house full of love, strong role models and a wonderful place for children to grow up.
In 1960 the family moved to a more suburban setting on Vista Camino – less than ½ acre. But this didn’t stop Frank from planting fruit trees and a garden. He moved violets from the farm in Nebraska to the yard in Lakeside. His garden flourished. Every year we had tomatoes, corn, several kinds of lettuce, squash, beets and whatever else caught his fancy. Because of his plantings, we will have apricots, boysenberries and asparagus for years to come.
Many years ago Frank lost the sight in one eye. He never complained. Then about 4 years ago he noticed more trouble with his sight. He was diagnosed with macular degeneration in what had been his ‘good’ eye. This curtailed his gardening, but he still tried to get the vegetables planted. His grandson, Dave, comes out every Thursday to help with the garden and learn from his grandfather.
Though not a formal student, Frank loved history. He enjoyed local history wherever he was. He never tired of hearing Doug McClain’s stories of old Lakeside or John Lynton’s Colorado homesteading stories of the land where Frank went hunting.
He cherished family history. He saved his father’s diaries and kept his own throughout his life. He told us stories of his aunts and uncles so that we felt as if we knew them well even though they lived in the midwest. He passed this love of family history to his children. Tom collects the photos and household treasures of the past; Donna keeps the letters, diaries and researches the genealogy. When she was still with us, Jeanie collected family stories and family recipes. She made copies of these booklets for all of us.
Frank even appreciated the history of the electrical industry in San Diego. He and Neville Baker gathered the old timers together giving them a chance to reminisce and a chance for the current members to meet their predecessors. The Old-Timers meetings have become a regular event in San Diego.
It was not easy for Frank to express his emotions. It was easier to plant the roses you see in front of the house on Vista Camino. These roses were picked in celebration of ordinary and extraordinary days. He sent roses when each of his five grandchildren was born. He brought one red rose to the memorial service for his daughter Jean who died in 1993. His garden and his yard were the expression of his feelings and creativity and will be with us for a long time. We will all remember his love, his laughter, his steadiness and his integrity.
April 11th is my parents’ anniversary. They married in 1936, so this would be their 78th.
Wedding Guests. I love seeing signatures of family and friends.Mrs. N. M. Duncan is Nettie MaryJane Patchen Duncan, Harriet’s paternal grandmother. Mrs. T. L. Oakland is MaryAnn Sanderson Oakland, Harriet’s maternal grandmother.
On their 60th anniversary in 1996, their first great-grandchild was born. So here’s a very happy 18th birthday to Jack!
My father attended Club Week in Lincoln Nebraska in 1927 when he was twelve years old. This is the article he wrote for the local paper. And then a letter his grandfather wrote to him after reading the story.