My dad was quite the handsome young man. He and some friends had a car
together, a '34 Ford 2-door sedan that was painted fire engine red. They called
it "The Mayflower" because every girl who got in the car "came
across". (Actually I think this
story is one of youthful bravado!)
My
mom remembers seeing my dad in a restaurant in Colville when she was about 11
years old. He was this tall (6'3") 12 year old who was working hard. She
didn't know him then, but she remembers him. Mama lived in Kettle Falls and
Daddy lived in Colville.
Jack Williams, 12 years old
Mom
was talented and good at reciting poems.
She had a teacher who took her to
"recitation events". Her
teacher kept a kept a nice dress at her house for mama to wear since my mom's wardrobe
was rather odd to say the least. Mom's
wardrobe was made by my grandmother- who favored red, blue and green and
designed all her own clothes and mama's too.
