I thought I would share this photo from the Rupert, Idaho 4th of July Parade celebrating 242 Years of Independence in the United States of America (technically 227 As the United States of America). Camped out at a regular spot in front of Minidoka Memorial.
Scanning photos for a friend, I stumbled upon this photo in a set of pictures that seem to be an Emerson Ward party likely in the early 1980s. Since I recognized these two, I thought I would share. Rather than write a history of them, I will share their detailed obituaries. Jim & Ko lived not too far from me when growing up. I remember meeting Ko on several occasions at Brucia Crane’s home as a young kid. Jim sometimes would help move water for the Werners who lived near us. A couple of times while we swam in canals, he would pull up and visit with us and tell us to be careful. Later, I come to know their children, and Ted has become a very good friend of mine. Interesting who comes in and out of our lives.
“Jim Suyetaka Tateoka Hazelton, Idaho
“Jim Suyetaka Tateoka of Hazelton, Idaho was called back to his heavenly home on November 1, 2006, at the age of 83. He died of complications related to Alzheimer’s disease. Jim was born on February 20, 1923, in Garfield, Utah to Tokizo and Natsuko Tateoka. When he was a young child, the family moved to Ogden, Utah. He was fourth in a family of five children. Jim grew up and acquired his love of farming on the small truck farming operation the family ran. Jim graduated from Ogden High School in 1941. He excelled in his studies maintaining excellent marks throughout his formal school years. Jim served in the U.S. Army during World War II. He saw action in Italy. Jim was a member of the highly decorated 442nd Regimental Combat Team. Many of his army buddies were Japanese Americans from Hawaii. They taught him to speak “Pigeon English” and to play the ukulele. He would sing Hawaiian songs to his family. Some of the songs included, “Don’t Say Aloha When I Go,” “Sweet Leilani” and “Hula Oni Oni E.” This provided many hours of enjoyment to his children. Jim was a quiet person and yet he had a quick wit and a “fun” side. After he was discharged from the Army, he and his brother Matt purchased a farm in South Jordan, Utah. On Febrary 11, 1956, Jim married Ko Takeuchi in Salt Lake City, Utah. They recently celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with all their family in attendance. He continued to farm in South Jordon and with Ko began to raise a family of four sons and one daughter. In 1969, Jim took a “leap of faith” and moved his family to farm in Hazelton, Idaho. The family has received many blessings from this move. He was a member of the LDS Church and served as a home teacher and membership clerk to four bishoprics. Jim and his family were sealed and his marriage solemnized in the Ogden Temple May 25, 1976. He is survived by his wife Ko, and children, Mark (Itsuko), Rancho Palos Verdes, CA, Paul (Nadine), Hazelton, ID, Penny, Portland, OR, Ted (Rebecca), Hazelton, Idaho, Tom (Jami), Waukesha, Wis.; grandchildren, Luke, Charlotte, Joseph, Elise, Benjamin, Claire, Olivia, Sophia, Amelia, Julia, Grace, Mae and Tak; his brother; Tom of Riverton; and sister, Momoko of Salt Lake City. He was preceded in death by his parents and brothers, Sam and Matt. The funeral will be held 11 a.m. Saturday, Nov. 4, 2006, at the Emerson LDS 1st Ward Church, 127 S. 950 W. in Paul, ID, with Bishop Ted Tateoka officiating. A viewing will be held Friday, November 3, 2006 from 7-9 p.m. at the Hansen Mortuary Burley Chapel, 321 E. Main St. and one hour prior to the service from 10 a.m. to 10:45 a.m. at the church. Interment will be at the Paul Cemetery with military rites. The family would like to express their gratitude and heartfelt thanks to Dr. Richard Sandison for his faithful and tireless service, and to the staff of the Cassia Regional Medical Center and Hospice for the loving care that was extended to Jim and his family during his stay. The family would especially like to thank Barbara West his attending nurse for her kindness and excellent care she gave to Jim.
“Ko Takeuchi Tateoka died peacefully in her home on April 14, 2013. Her loving family surrounded her, as did the soft light of the late afternoon sun, fresh flowers in colorful bunches, and Luna, the new family cat. Ko was 80 years old.
The Tateoka family will receive friends on Friday, April 19, 2013 from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. in the viewing room at the Morrison Payne Funeral Home on 321 E Main St. Burley, Idaho. Funeral services for Ko will be held on Saturday, April 20, 2013 at 11:00 a.m. at the Emerson 1st Ward LDS Church located at 127 South 950 West, Paul, Idaho. (Bishop Burt Belliston officiating). Prior to the funeral, a viewing will take place in the Relief Society room of the Emerson LDS Church from 10:00 a.m. to 10:45 a.m. Burial services will be held immediately following the funeral at the Paul Cemetery on 550 W 100 N Paul, Idaho.
Ko was born in the Sugar House area of Salt Lake City, Utah on May 25, 1932. Her parents, Seiichi and Tsune Takeuchi had immigrated to the U.S. from the coastal city of Mikawa, Ishikawa, Japan 14 years earlier in 1918. Ko was the third and last of three daughters born to the Takeuchis. Older sisters, Kimi and Fumi were ages 12 and seven at the time of Ko’s birth.
“In 1935, Ko’s family moved from the Sugar House area to a home and small truck farm on 2213 South 4th East in Salt Lake City. Ko entered first grade at Madison School on State Street and 24th South and continued attending the school through the ninth grade. She then attended Granite High School on 3303 South 500 East and graduated in 1949. Ko earned her teaching degree in Business Education in 1954 from the University of Utah. She took a teaching position at Olympus High School where she taught typing and shorthand from 1954-1956. Throughout her life, Ko gave much credit to her father Seiichi who had always stressed the importance of education. Despite the many hardships and barriers of those times and as a result of his influence, Ko and her two sisters received their college educations.
“In February of 1956, Ko married Jim Tateoka, a farmer from Garfield, Utah and moved to South Jordan Utah. Jim and his brothers farmed ground on 10000 South 2700. It was there that four sons and a daughter where born to Ko and Jim. In 1969, they moved their young family to a farm in Southern Idaho’s Magic Valley off of Kasota Road in the Emerson area. Ko was a fulltime homemaker and mom until 1980 when she re entered the teaching ranks. She taught 3rd grade at Eden Elementary School in Eden, Idaho and later took a teaching position in the business department at Minidoka County High School in Rupert, Idaho. Ko retired from teaching in 1993. She found teaching to be a very rewarding and fun profession.
“Ko enjoyed membership in various community organizations including the Kasota Sagehens, the Delta Kappa Gamma Society, The Mini Cassia Retired Teachers Association and the area “Nisei” Club. She was a strong member of the LDS Church, serving in many positions in the Emerson 1st Ward and Paul Stake. Ko enjoyed gardening, traveling, movie going, watching football and visiting with her kids, grandkids, and many friends. She loved the holiday season and the cheer, lights, gifts and joy it always brings.
In her later years, Ko cared faithfully for husband Jim who suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. He passed away in the fall of 2006. In October of 2010, Ko began her extended stay at Parke View Rehabilitation and Care Center in Burley, Idaho. She resided there until returning to her own home on Kasota Rd. in recent weeks.
“Ko is survived by her five children, 13 grandchildren, and three great grandchildren. They are: son Mark and his wife Itsuko of Miliani Hawaii and their two children, Luke, also of Miliani, and Charlotte of Salt Lake City, son Paul and his wife Nadine of Hazelton, Idaho and their three children, Joseph of Chicago, Illinois (wife Alison, son, Parker), Elise Mongillo, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, (husband, Anthony, sons, Oliver, and Nikolas) and Benjamin of Provo, Utah (wife, Alexa), daughter Penny from Portland, Oregon, and her daughter, Claire from Brooklyn, New York, son Ted and his wife Becca from the Emerson Area, and their four daughters, Olivia Brown of Provo, Utah, (husband, Braeden Brown), Sister Sophia Tateoka ( currently serving in the Honolulu, Hawaii Mission) and Emi and Ju Ju (Emerson Area) and son Tom and his wife Jamie of Waukesha, Wisconsin and their three children, Grace, Mae and Takeuchi. (Ko’s parents and sisters, Kimi and Fumi are deceased.)
“Many many sincere thanks are due the following individuals and groups: The wonderful staff at Parke View Rehabilitation and Care Center, Dr. Glen Page, Deanna, Pam and Amanda of Horizon Hospice, Bishop Burt Belliston, Dustin McCurdy and family, Loa Maxwell and Margaret Merrill, The Emerson 1st Ward Relief Society, Jan Allen, Mildred Whitesides, and Ralph, Ben and Kristie. Thanks also to the many friends who called, stopped by, and brought in meals, sweet eats, cheer, and support during Ko’s time at home. We appreciate you!
“Services are under the direction of Morrison Payne Funeral Home, in Burley.
This is a photo of the Paul Hotel in Paul, Minidoka County, Idaho.
Paul was platted in 1905 as part of the Minidoka Reclamation Project. The town was named after Charles H. Paul, the Minidoka Dam’s chief engineer.
By 1907 the Minidoka and Southwestern Railroad Company, acquired by Oregon Short Line Railroad in 1910, completed a 75 mile spur from Minidoka through Rupert, Paul, Twin Falls, Filer, and ending at Buhl.
The railroad crossed the land belonging in Paul by the name of James Ellis.
James donated land generously for the new little city.
Frank A Grimm and Ludwig Alexander Grimm are the two brothers credited with building the Paul Hotel for $70,000. He started as a photographer and opened a gallery in Mount Angel, Oregon. He later moved to Portland and became a motorman for the for the city railroad. He moved to Paul in 1916 and then assisted in building the Hotel Paul. He managed the Hotel until 1 June 1919 when he leased it.
The Hotel was a popular location as it had indoor plumbing, which was a novel idea for a hotel at that time.
Here is a picture of Paul from the water tower. You can see the writing on the photo of the hotel and at the end of Idaho Street the school that burned in 1977.
I don’t know why, but eventually the entire second story was removed from the building. It remains that way to today, February 2018.
The windows in the front of the building are now all bricked. Mustang Sally’s, a club, was located in the right side of the building and now has a painting of “Sinister” as a DJ on the end. I am not aware of a business operating int he building right now. It does appear that a family are living in at least part of the building.
As a kid I remember being intrigued by the bank drop-box that was on the east end of the building. That box has been removed and the hole bricked in. I have never been in any part of the building. Since it is beside the Post Office, I am around the building on a regular basis.
A relic of the times, I doubt we will see any renovation or reinvention of the building. But it will probably eventually be demolished and lost to time.
I received this photo a few years ago. It just has “Beulah” written on the back of it. I asked the person who provided it to see if they could get a higher resolution scan of the photo. I don’t have one yet, but I can always hope.
There is really only on Beulah Ross in the entire extended family I am aware. That is Beulah Estell Ross. She was born 26 March 1908 in Twin Branch, McDowell, West Virginia. She was born to Robert Leonard Ross (1888-1944) and Minnie Belle Hambrick (1889-abt 1985). There are many questions about her father Robert. I have heard stories from West Virginia family that he was running from the law when he visited them in the 1930s. Which might lead to some explanation on why he is hard to track and records seem to be scant.
We believe Robert and Minnie had 6 children, but only 3 of them have we really been able to find or track. Beulah Estell Ross is one of those children. She met and married William Jackson “Jack” Duncan on 20 September 1922 in Burley, Cassia, Idaho. He was born 26 September 1901 in Clinton, Van Buren, Arkansas. That would put her at 14 years of age when she married in Burley to Bill, who was 21.
I have written of her grandparents, James & Damey Ross, before. They lived in and near Paul, Minidoka, Idaho until the late 1920s. The 1930 census found them in Bend, Deschutes, Oregon.
Looking at the photo, I am guessing Beulah is about 12-14, which puts us in the early 1920s and in southern Idaho.
Beulah and Jack had 4 children that we know. Jack died 11 July 1977 in Sunnyside, Yakima, Washington. Beulah remarried to a Kenneth K Marshall. She then passed away 5 March 2002 in Toppenish, Yakima, Washington. Jack and Beulah are both buried in Zillah.
Read her obituary here.
I found this note from a 2007 post. I recorded these notes from a conversation with granddaughter Carol Ann Stone.
“We visited for a few minutes; she told me what she knew of her grandmother, Beulah. Their story goes something like this. Robert was an alcoholic and his wife Minnie had some sort of Drug addiction. All the children were farmed out to others. Beulah was taken in by her grandparents, my great great grandparents James Thomas Meredith Ross and Damey Catherine Graham. She was taken and raised near Rupert, Idaho. But her strict Mormon grandparents was a bit much for her so she was anxious to get out. That came when she met a Jack or Mack Duncan. She was 14 and married him. They moved to Zillah, Washington and lived out the remainder of their days. He died in the late 70’s and she died in 2002 at about 96 years of age. They had four children, two of which are deceased.”
The more I looked at the photo, it dawned on me that the lady was her grandmother, Damey Catherine Graham Ross.
Here is a photo of James Thomas and Damey Catherine Ross.
Robert, Beulah’s father, is brother to my John “Jack” William Ross.
After I realized that this photograph was another of my Great Great Grandmother, I was pretty excited. It makes me want to be more diligent in chasing down a better scan of the photo.
Here are a couple of other photos with Beulah and Jack in them. I don’t know the other individuals. Some day….
I thought some of you would like an update on a sort of miracle in the family. Some old photos have surfaced in March and April of 2010 some of you will probably be very interested in. (I republished this page because the links have all changed, so I just uploaded the pictures to avoid the link changes again.) I also replaced the photos with fresh scans of the photos in February 2011. If you downloaded the photos, you may want to download the newer scans.
Ethel Sharp was born in 1898 in Plain City, Utah to Milo Riley and Mary Ann Stoker Sharp. Here is a photo of Ethel we found.
Another photo of Ethel and another friend, Gertrude Terry. Ethel is on the right.
Another photo of Ethel and a cousin, Richard Thomas Stoker.
Many of you are probably aware that Ethel Sharp was injured on the old electric train that went from Plain City in to Ogden. After recuperating she took her insurance money, moved to Paul, Idaho, and opened a confectionery. Here are two photos that recently surfaced of that little store in Paul, Idaho. Obviously construction is not completed in this photo but the store was still open for business.
We don’t know the exact time frame when she purchased the confectionery, but some of the old checks, order sheets, and other paperwork call it the Streeter Confectionery. We don’t know the location of this store, if she built it, or what happened to it afterward.
We do assume that she opened it while married to Mark Lewis Streeter who she married 7 May 1917 in Ogden, Utah. We don’t know the exact date of the train wreck yet, but while in Paul she gave birth to a daughter 4 June 1918 named June Streeter. Mark and Ethel couldn’t make things work and were divorced. She remarried to Jack (John William) Ross 12 Jan 1920 at Fort Logan in Colorado. Here is a photo of Jack and Ethel holding little June Streeter.
I have written more about Jack and Ethel at this link: Ross-Sharp Wedding.
4 Feb 1921, Milo James Ross was born in Plain City.
14 Feb 1922, Paul Ross was born in Paul, Idaho. 7 Nov 1923, John Harold Ross (Harold) was born in Burley, Idaho.
This is probably one of the last photos of Ethel Sharp Ross with baby Harold.
Here are some new photos of June, Milo, Paul, and Harold. The first seems to be about 1925 and the later two around 1926 or 1927.
Ethel died of blood poisoning at 600 Cross Street in Ogden, Utah on 6 Aug 1925 after giving birth to Ernest Jackson on 16 Jul 1925 (he died 20 Sep 1925). We don’t know why the family was in Plain City when she gave birth and passed away. However, some time after the funeral Jack loaded up the children and took them to Rupert, Idaho to be with his parents for a time. We don’t know where he went (find work, find a mother, who knows?). However, after some time, we don’t know exactly how long, Jack’s parents could not take care of the 4 children anymore and asked the Sharp Family to come get them.
Os Richardson drove up to pick them up. Eventually, June was raised by her Streeter grandparents; Milo was raised by Uncle Ed Sharp; Paul was raised by Aunt Vic Hunt; and Harold by Uncle Del Sharp.
Here is a picture of a bunch of Sharp cousins in a wagon in Plain City.
And another photo of Paul (R) and Harold (L).
Paul would die after falling out of a barn in 1932 just over 10 years old.
Now comes the story from the new photographs. For reasons we do not know, the Sharp family did not like Jack Ross. They did not allow him to visit his children. All the mail received by any of the Sharp family for the Ross children was kept from them. When Ethel’s mother (Mary Ann aka Lillie M Sharp) passed away, a photo album given to her passed to Vic Hunt. Vic Hunt kept in her possession all the letters mailed from Jack Ross to the Ross boys as well as the photo album from which these photos come. The photos and letters then passed to Vic Hunt’s son, Harold Hunt. When Harold passed away in 2002, these passed to Harold’s nephew, Archie Hunt. Archie just went through some of the stuff and found these items about March 2010 and gave them to Grandpa Milo Ross.
Milo James Ross went to visit Jack Ross in 1948 after receiving a telegram that Jack was dying in Livermore, California. Jack mentioned to Grandpa that he had written after the boys went back to Utah, but Grandpa didn’t believe him. Here we are, 70-80 years after the letters were written, and almost 90 years since some of the photos were taken. Jack was vindicated to his own son 62 years later! It was the first time Grandpa had seen the photos and letters he did not know existed. How is that for a sort of miracle? I hope at some point I can type up the letters and also make them available on here. I know some of Grandpa’s family will have seen the photos, but know extended family will be interested in this find as well.
If anyone else has photos they would like to share, please let me know. If you can fill any of the story, please let me know.
Oh, Grandpa finally answered one question he had when he visited his father in 1948. One day working in the fields at Ed Sharp’s house as a kid, he saw a car at the end of the field. The occupants did not leave the car but he could see a man watching him from the back window. The car left and not until 1948 was it revealed to him that it was his own father looking at him across the field that day. I can only guess what is going through Grandpa’s heart and mind as he reconciles his understanding of his own history in these letters.
Milo Riley and Mary Ann “Lilly” Sharp are pleased to announce the marriage of their daughter Ethel to John William “Jack” Ross, son of James Thomas and Damey Catherine Graham Ross. They were married at Fort Logan, Arapahoe, Colorado by an Army Chaplain (Julius J Babst) on 11 January 1920.
Jack is currently employed with the US Army as a cook at Fort Logan, Colorado.
The couple will return to make their home in Plain City, Utah as soon as he completes his enlistment with the Army.
Jack Ross was born 2 September 1890 in Pulaski, Pulaski, Virginia. He was the second of four children born to James Thomas Ross and Damey Catherine Graham. Read more about Jack’s parents here. We really do not know much of Jack’s childhood. His mother joined the LDS church on 27 February 1898 and his father on 17 April 1898 in an unknown location. Jack and his older brother Robert Leonard joined on 30 July 1900. I have been unable to find the Ross family on the 1900 Census. By July 1906, the family was living in or near Welch, McDowell, West Virginia working in the coal mines when Fanny and James were baptized. Jack married Nannie May Day (she went by May) on 6 July 1910 in Squire Jim, McDowell, West Virginia. To this marriage was born Hobart Day Ross (who later went by Hobart Day) on 1 Jun 1911 in McDowell County, West Virginia.
Jack’s younger sister, Fanny Elizabeth married Calvin Dickerson Phibbs on 22 December 1906 (listed as a miner) and then moved to Rupert, Minidoka, Idaho in 1912. Initially Calvin and Fanny moved to Rupert and purchased 80 acres to the northeast of Rupert. He dabbled with cattle and real estate while also working as an electrician. (He was eventually elected as Rupert City Clerk and in 1918 as Minidoka County Probate Judge. He was admitted as an attorney to the Idaho bar 15 December 1919.) At any rate, in 1911 the construction of a new sugar factory in Burley, Cassia, Idaho was drawing a number of potential workers. Word reached the remaining Ross clan in West Virginia, probably from Fanny, of the upcoming opening. The remaining Ross family rode a train of coal from McDowell County directly to southern Idaho.
Jack’s wife, May, did not come with him for one reason or another. She divorced him shortly afterward and remarried to Andrew Cleveland Parson(s?) on 22 November 1913 in Gary, McDowell, West Virginia. We do not know anything of the Ross family between 1913 and 1917 other than they were working at Amalgamated Sugar in Burley. Jack enlisted in the U.S. Army on 23 April 1917 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah and served in Battery E, 4th FA Rec Ser; Co. C, 21st Bn USG; 5 Rct Co (I do not know what any of that means) at Fort Logan, Arapahoe, Colorado, until 6 June 1919 when he was permitted leave. He had obtained the rank of Sargent and was awarded the WWI Victory Button and Medal. As far as I can tell, he never left U.S. soil.
Jack’s parents were working on farms around the area during the summers and then at the factories during the winter. Robert listed his parents as living in Idahome, Cassia, Idaho in September 1918 when registered for the World War I Draft. Jack’s parents moved to Paul, Minidoka, Idaho and started working on the first beet campaign in 1918 at the new Paul Amalgamated sugar factory. Jack visited his parents in Paul on leave (starting 6 Jun 1919) and it was there he met Ethel Streeter running a store on Main Street, now Idaho Street, only a block or two from where his parents lived. Jack reported back at Fort Logan on 13 August 1919 to 12 August 1920 when he was discharged from Fort Logan.
Ethel Sharp was born 9 April 1898 in Plain City, Weber, Utah. She was the 11th child (8 siblings living by the time of her birth) of 12 children born to Milo Riley Sharp and Mary Ann Stoker, AKA Lillian “Lilly” Musgrave. I have written about this family at this link: Sharp-Stoker Wedding.
Ethel was confirmed in St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Plain City 15 May 1912. Somewhere during this decade she was involved in a train accident on the Utah-Idaho Central Railway line between Plain City and Ogden, Weber, Utah. I have been unable to locate any newspaper clippings or other information on this accident. Anyhow, she obtained a settlement for her injuries.
She married Mark Lewis Streeter of West Weber, Weber, Utah on 7 May 1917 in Ogden.
She made large deposits at Ogden First National Bank in June 1917, potentially her settlement. We have checks from not long after that through August 1918 written out from Paul State Bank. Interestingly, the checks state, “Paul is the Cream of the Minidoka Project, We Have the Cream of Paul.”
I have written about the photos recently found which include two photos of the Streeter Ice Cream & Confection Parlor. Ethel Sharp and Streeter Confection.
Ethelyn June Streeter was born 4 June 1918 in Paul (she died in 2012). Pictures of June are at the link in the preceding paragraph. The divorce of Mark and Ethel was final after Mark had enlisted in the Army 3 March 1919. Mark indicates in his autobiography that after he enlisted and left Ethel fell in love with Jack and that was the reason for their divorce. Jack did not meet Ethel until June 1919, three months after Mark enlisted in the army. Jack returned from his leave in Paul to Fort Logan in August 1919. Ethel ventured to Fort Logan in January to marry Jack. The 1920 Census lists him as a cook just days before Ethel arrived and the two were married. She left little June with the Streeter family in Ogden. We do not know much about the short dating period, but she traveled all the way to Colorado to marry him. Whether she was head over heels for a poor military boy or something else, we do not know. We do not know how long she stayed in Colorado or even if they came back together after his discharge. We assume Ethel sold the store before going to Colorado. After his discharge, Jack and Ethel moved to Plain City and he worked for Amalgamated Sugar Company at the Wilson Lane factory. This was roughly a 7 mile walk to work one direction. Milo James Ross was born 4 February 1921 in Plain City in a little log home just to the west and north of about 2971 N. 4200 W. I have written of Milo James Ross at this link: Ross-Donaldson Wedding. Here is a picture of the little log cabin in about 2005, shortly before it was torn down.
At some point, Jack and Ethel found their way back to Paul where Jack worked in the fields and at the sugar factory. Paul Ross was born 14 February 1922 in Paul. Work took Jack back to the Burley sugar factory and John Harold Ross (who went by Harold) was born 7 November 1923 in Burley and then moved back to Paul. By 1924, Jack and Ethel were living with Jack’s parents and trying to make enough to get by. Milo remembers walking to church in Paul before his mother died, he thinks a Presbyterian or Episcopal church.
To ease the load on his parents, the family moved back to Plain City. Ethel gave birth to her last child, Earnest Jackson Ross, on 16 July 1925 in Plain City.
Sadly, Ethel passed away 21 days later on 6 August of puerperal septicemia (Blood poisoning from obstetric delivery). Earnest lived to 20 September and he passed away in Idaho from malnutrition. Jack is listed as the informant on the death certificate for Ethel. Jack could not afford burial plots so Edward Sharp, Ethel’s brother, provided the burial plots where Ethel and Ernest are buried in Plain City.
Milo tells the story of the funeral for his mother. He remembered that he was not permitted to look into the casket to see his mother. The casket was up on the table and he could not see a thing and all he wanted to see was his mother. Within days Jack took the four children back to Idaho and dropped them off with his parents. Milo remembers his father riding the train holding baby Earnest in his arms. Earnest passed away in Rupert. James and Damey Ross took care of the remaining children through the winter of 1925-26. June and Milo do not remember their father being there for the winter. June’s only real memory of this period was of creamy buttered potatoes that were common and that she acquired a great love for.
By the time spring rolled around, Jack or his family had contacted Ethel’s family in Plain City and indicated they could not afford to feed and take care of the children anymore. Os Richardson, Ethel’s brother-in-law drove to Idaho to pick up the four children. Milo remembers the drive from Paul along the poplar lined highway from Paul past the sugar factory down into Heyburn, across the old river bridge through to Declo, Malta, Strevell, and back to Plain City. The children were “farmed” out to family. Milo was raised by his Uncle Ed Sharp, Paul by his Aunt Vic Hunt, and Harold by his Uncle Del Sharp.
We have very little information on what occurred in the life of Jack from this point on. He found his way back to West Virginia where he tried to convince May to remarry him. She had remarried and was having none of that. This is the last time Hobart Day Ross ever saw his father. Hobart went on to become a preacher. He awoke blind one morning after being kicked in the head by a horse.
Jack found his way to Rock Springs, Sweetwater, Wyoming where he married a lady named Zana Cogdill on 29 November 1926. She was previously married to Frank Coffey and was going by his name. I have been unable to determine what happened to Frank. She had a son already named Orval A Coffey. The 1930 Census on 2 April 1930 finds the two of them in Crawford, Delta, Colorado where he is working as a foreman in a battery shop and living with the brother of Zana’s first husband (?!?).
We do not believe this marriage lasted very long either. Jack made several visits back to Plain City to see his children. He would take a taxi out to Plain City, pick up Betty Booth, and the two would ride over to the fields where Milo was working. We assume the same happened with Harold. Paul died from a concussion in 1932 after falling out of a barn. The car would pull up at the end of the field and would toot its horn and Milo could see the occupants wave. It was not until he visited his father in 1948 that he realized this was his father waving at him across the way and that the lady was Betty Booth. (Interestingly, Milo had given assistance to Betty Booth in the form of coal and helped pay some of her Dr.’s bills before she passed).
Jack reappears for the mandatory draft registration for World War II living in Stockton, San Joaquin, California working for Werl Zuckerman on McDonald Island with a Stockton mailing address. He lists his nearest kin as his sister Ms. C. D. Phibbs (Fanny) living at 529 S. California Street in Stockton.
Milo received a telegram in 1948 telling him that his father was dying in a Veteran’s Hospital in Livermore, Alameda, California and that he was requested to come. Milo tried to convince his brother Harold to go with him but Harold wanted nothing to do with his father. Milo took the bus to Livermore and found the hospital. He arrived somewhere around midnight and found his way into the building and climbed up a couple of floors and found a corner he could sleep in until morning. He heard coughs from a room and somebody in the room ask for the time. He poked his head in and asked if anyone knew of Jack Ross. Jack indicated he was in the room and wanted to know if it was Milo or Harold at the door.
They visited until an orderly came in and kicked him out. He slept in a corner for a while and then told an orderly that he had come all the way from Utah to see his father and that his father was dying. The orderly then let him stay with his father until he passed.
Fortunately, Milo and Jack were able to visit. Milo asked why his father never came to visit and his father insisted that he wrote letters, sent gifts, and that the Sharp family kept the children from him. He did not believe him at the time. Vic Hunt, Ethel’s sister, had received the letters and told Milo about them after her husband and son were electrocuted in 1960 (thinking it was a form of punishment for her keeping them secret) but still did not give them to him. They passed to her son Harold in 1987, and to her grandson Archie in 2005. Archie turned them over to Milo in 2010.
We know very little of his time in Wyoming, Colorado, or California before his passing. Jack indicated in 1948 that life had been hard and he never had much. So little is known of these years, hopefully some more of the story will come out in the future.
The other day I took Aliza out for a walk in the stroller. It was only the two of us and we went on a bit longer walk than normal. We rounded the corner near Paul Elementary and started up this sidewalk. My personal memory of Paul, Minidoka, Idaho only extends about 28 years into the past for this little town. However, my historical and genealogical memory of this town extends a bit, in some instances back to the founding.
As I walked up this little sidewalk I found myself in my memory riding down this sidewalk on a bicycle many years ago. Looking at the sidewalk, I would be willing to venture that it is the same concrete. Indeed, up ahead at the end of the cinderblocks on the right, you can see part of the foundation for the old Adams Building that used to stand here. I found myself remembering that building and what a sad day it was when it had to come down (the easy route is to always tear them down). Interestingly enough, Mr. Adams was the son-in-law of Henry Schodde whose name is well-known in the area and whose family still haunts this town with its presence.
Immediately across the street to the left is the building that I attended Kindergarten (not in the picture). The tiny building is now a self-serve laundromat. Who would have thought a Kindergarten would become a laundromat. For the most part, the building is just as it was when I was there.
Across the street behind the stop sign is an old gasoline, service/repair station that has been there since the 1920’s, 1930’s. Only in the last 10 years did they remove the old gasoline pumps I remember being there as a kid. The other buildings part of the lot are newer, probably of 1940’s vintage, but one of them still reads “Alignment” on the back with an old tire stand remaining. Even as a kid I imagined what it must have looked like in its heyday. I do not know the last time the building ever was used for commercial use, but I see a door open once in a while, or that at least someone is doing something within. What secrets might still be locked in there?
Across the intersection diagonally is an empty lot. But I know there used to be a lumber yard there at one point, and then some type of granary at another. It was this lumber yard that my Great Grandmother Ethel Sharp Ross (previously Streeter) purchased the lumber to build her confectionery that was located, I believe, within the same block just beyond the water tower (which is in the picture). Just beyond the now solitary light pole on the left side of the road was a butcher shop. I still remember the iron beam that hung out the front of the building for bringing in of the beef. I must have been 4 or 5 the first time I remember being inside and seeing the meat hanging from hooks, the coldness of the freezer, and the sound of the saw slicing through the flesh and bone of an animal.
I remember the cat/monkey woman who supposedly lived in one of the old buildings between what was then the vacant lot in my youth of the lumber yard on the corner and the butcher shop. I do not recall seeing any cats or monkeys, but I remember her and the smell that came with her. There was a building that was missing somewhere in the row, supposedly from a fire. That building had previously been the Post Office.
The first building on the other side of the street now used to be the Paul City Offices. I remember going in with my mother to pay our city bill. I remember attending City Hall Meetings there as part of school and Cub/Boy Scouts. I even remember help organizing the Christmas Light drive, sale, and auction where the City of Paul replaced its Christmas lights with the now present fixtures, the old ones now relegated to the very street in this picture. The two-story building beside it used to house the firehouse, now a car repair and auto-body shop. In there I learned first aid and CPR for the first time. In there we met firefighters, learned safety, and helped prepare for charity drives. We also got the tours of the firetrucks which any boy loved. Just beyond the old firehouse is the Masonic Lodge which must still have the same sign it did 30 years ago, it has not aged well.
On the same side of the street beyond the old garage mentioned above is what has been a bar as long as I could remember. Beyond it is the Old Paul Grange, whose use I am still not certain. The old writing of the Grange still shows and the building does not seem to have been used beyond the 1940’s. I don’t know who owns it, but that would certainly be a building that would be a time warp to enter. Some of the front reminds me of pictures of my Great Grandmother’s store, Streeter’s Confectionery and I wonder if I might not have its place mistaken. I am certain, but it is probably just a wish that something of her past remains on the street that Paul seems to have so fully discarded.
Just beyond the Grange and on the corner of the same block stands the old Paul State Bank. It was Mikey’s Bar while I grew up but the monogram in the brick work leaves no mistake, it was once a bank. It is this building that I wanted to buy to open my law practice. Restore the building, set to building a practice, and leave behind a preserved part of Paul’s quickly dwindling architectural past. The owners were not interested and so I watch the building hoping it does not age beyond repair. I look at it every time I enter or leave the Post Office. Maybe some day, but then again it is probably for the best. Burley is likely a better place for a law practice.
The post office stands where it does today having been dedicated about 1962. I mentioned the missing building between the butcher and the monkey woman where the Post Office used to stand. Anyhow, President Kennedy was still President and J. Edward Day was Postmaster General when the new building was dedicated, the plaque says so. This is of interest only because he served such a short time and it was during his tenure that the zip codes were established, giving Paul its 83347. Inside this post office I remember going to our PO Box 12 and turning the knob for the combination and retrieving the mail. Mom had to hold me up because it was near the top. We eventually discarded our PO Box at our new house about 1984 and then the Post Office got the now present key boxes. It was also this Post Office that the swinging door took two of my fingers clear down the bone. When I walk in the Post Office and sometimes I can remember the horror as I watched the lady cutting away some of the mangled skin with scissors and the sewing it back together with some of her hair. How many people do that today? The scar is still there.
I remember being told that Connor’s used to be in the space between the now present Post Office and the old Hotel, of which only the first floor remains. Connors of course moved out near the interstate in the 1960’s and I believe their present building indicates its construction decade. Then of course the old Hotel Building which in its day claimed full plumbing, something that was very new about 1920. The second story has been removed, the first floor looking very enclosed and lost since its long past heyday. There was a safe/bank deposit on the east side only about 15 years ago, even now it has been removed and bricks fill the void. Pictures of the building show that it was once lined by large window stores that opened out to Idaho Street. Now it is just a brick building, its façade completely lost to time. It is my understanding that the now present Idaho Street was once Main Street. Now it is Idaho Street, Main Street intersects it at the intersection immediately in front of the picture (also 600 west of Minidoka County).
Like many historical towns the relied on the railroad to such a degree, this town apparently also had shops and buildings that faced the railroad. I do not believe any still exist, or at least if they did, not in my lifetime. One thing is for certain, what was once a bustling town center has now turned into a blight. I am not sure Paul will ever recover any of its lost past or achieve much of the character it has lost, but I can hope.
This street continues down through a part of Paul that once contained many houses built and provided by Amalgamated Sugar. I do not know if any of those homes remain after relocation. I tend to believe the one I once lived in the first few years of my life was one of those homes. I doubt we will ever know.
Looking at this picture it seems inconceivable that Paul once contended to become the County Seat. The vote if I recall was somewhat close but eventually lost out to its then slightly larger neighbor to the east, Rupert. Contrasting the two towns now is somewhat embarrassing but both have their difficulties. Rupert has maintained its identity through the decades and seems determined to keep it. Paul seems to just let the winds of change sweep in whatever they bring.
Funny enough, behind me in this picture stands Paul Elementary. The current building replaced the earlier building which was once Paul High School. Minidoka County in an ingenious move consolidated all the high schools in the County to form one high school, Minidoka County High School (known as Minico). By doing so they promoted efficiency and order that has carried them now well for over 50 years. Cassia County has debated the same and still deals with the costs and difficulties of four separate high schools. While a larger county, I have to tip my hat to Minidoka County for their foresight and planning. It just seems a bit sad that Paul and Minidoka County seem to have lost some of that vision they once had.
Then again, I am only young. I don’t know anything beyond my experience. But I hope Paul will improve and focus on important things for the future. A new city park certain improves the feeling of community, builds the common good, and helps build a city from the ashes of its past. I hope it will continue to improve and not neglect its past. Indeed, I hope the letterhead from my Great Grandmother’s store will someday again be true. Notice the monogram of the bank and go check out the building.