Wednesday, August 17, 2022

RIP Buddy Linker

On Thursday, August 12, 2022 eighty-one year old William J Linker Sr., took his last breath while at his West Sacramento home.“Buddy” , life long partner to his love Barbara Jean,  “Dad”, “Grandpa”, “Pappa”, brother, uncle, co-worker, and friend to many… will be greatly missed. 

The family thanks you for your condolences and appreciates privacy during the next few days.  His celebration of life details will be shared as they become available.  

Cards/stories/photos (also appreciated ) can be sent to “Buddy Linker Family”, %River City Funeral Chapel, 910 Soule Street, West Sacramento.  CA.  95691


 

Saturday, July 30, 2022

“Growing up in Broderick, California” Memories written by Frank J. Norton September 23, 1910 - December 19, 2001

Sat, Jul 30, 2022

Disclaimer: I have retyped this memoir word for word, correcting some minor spelling and grammar issues, but leaving it mostly as originally written. This includes some language regarding race and gender that were in common parlance at the time. I did not remove or correct any of this language, and hope that the reader is prepared to accept that our world and how we think of and address people who we perceive as different has come a long way since the early 1900’s. Were he alive today I have no doubt that Grandpa Frank would have happily embraced all individuals, for he was a wonderful and generous man, known for having love for all. - Christy Jourdan, one of five granddaughters.


















CHAPTER 1: Birth

I was born on September 23rd, 1910, in a small town called Broderick, in the State of California. Broderick is located in the eastern end of Yolo County, situated on the banks of the Sacramento River, across the river from the City of Sacramento, the capital City of California. The house that I was born in was owned by a man by the name of Knight, and it was known as Knight 's house. It was located on Second Street, facing the levee, between D and E Streets.

The Doctor that attended my birth was the family physician, and he had his office in his home in downtown Sacramento. He called on his patients driving his horse and buggy, just like the "Doc" on Gunsmoke. His name was Franklin Harris Fay.

My Mother was born and raised in Sweden and she came to the United States when she was eighteen years old. She was thirty-nine years old when I was born and I was her seventh and last chiId. She had a neighbor lady friend that was also born in Sweden by the name of Albertina Wilhelmina Graves, and she was a registered nurse as well as a midwife.

My dad was a switchman for the Southern Pacific Railroad and sometimes he and his crew would have to switch freight cars in and out of the winery yards. Everytime the crew switched cars for the winery each man was given a galIon of Port wine to take home, so my dad always had wine around the house.

Now I was supposed to have arrived in the early evening of September 23rd, but I didn't make my appearance until after 10:00 p.m. Both the Doctor and the Nurse arrived right after supper and were waiting for me to show up. While they were waiting my Dad was treating them to wine from his favorite stock. When I finally did arrive the Doctor wanted to know what name they had picked out for me so that he could fill out the birth certificate. My mother told him that she was expecting a girl so that she hadn't picked out any names for a boy . The Doctor said "Well, why don 't you name him after me." “Okay,” my mother said, "but we will call him Franklin after you, and his middle name will be John after his Dad's great uncle, and Rossiter, which was his grandmother's maiden name. We will name him Franklin John Rossiter Norton.” I have never gone by the name of Franklin, it has always been Frank John or Frank J.

Because my mother told me that my name was Franklin John Rossiter Norton, I just took it for granted that that was my right name but when I went to apply for my pension and had to have a duplicate of my Birth Certificate, what a surprise I had in store for me. The Birth Certificate read “Boy baby, Franklin Harris Norton” and my mother, who’s name was Sophie Elizabeth Norton, instead read “Sophie Albertina Wilhelmia Norton.” So evidently the Doctor and the Midwife had sampled a little too much of my dad 's port wine before I arrived . My dad’s name was okay, so the Doctor got that right.

CHAPTER 2: Home

When I was between two and three years old the family moved from Knight 's house into a two-story house near the corner of 3rd and C Streets, across the street from the Town Hall and Fire Station. This house belonged to a man by the name of Henry Palm, so this house was always referred to as the Palm House.

The Town Hall was a two-story building. Upstairs was the Community Hall with a stage and a real nice dance floor where dances were held two or three times a month. Now and then the citizens of the town would get together and furnish the entertainment by putting on plays and such using the local talent. Sometimes a traveling group would stop by and put on a show. Downstairs on the southern end of the building was where the local Judge held court. It was a room large enough for both the Jury and the spectator, and many interesting trials were held there. In the north end of the building was where the fire hose and hose carts and ladders and extra fire hose were stored. On the roof of the building was a cupola where the fire bell hung. The first person that spotted a fire anywhere in town would run to the Town Hall, grab the rope, ring the fire bell, and then wait for the rest of the volunteers to show up and let them know where the fire was. When the fire bell rang in the middle of the night, that was sure frightening to a little boy my age.

When I was five years old my dad bought a five-room house from a man by the name of Valentine Houser. The house was located on B street between 4th and 5th. There was an empty lot next to the house, so my dad bought that too, and put in a lawn and a garden. The two lots were enclosed by a four-foot yellow picket fence. My folk’s loved fruit so they planted two cherry trees, two peach trees, one apricot tree, and three english walnut trees . My mother used to bake peach, cherry and apricot pies, and while the fruit was in season, we had pie every Sunday.

The house had a basement above ground, as all houses in Broderick were built that way in the early days because of the danger of the river flooding. There were two concrete wash tubs in the basement that my mother used to wash clothes in, and one cold water faucet. She had a three-burner kerosene stove in the basement on which she heated the water in a copper boiler for washing the clothes. The clothes were scrubbed on a washboard, rung out by hand, and hung on a clothesline in the backyard.

In the bathroom upstairs the bathtub was made of square sections of zinc, soldered together, and set in a wooden frame, with one cold water faucet for bath water. The hot water for our baths was heated in the copper boiler on the wood burning stove in the kitchen. My dad spent a good many hours splitting wood for that stove.

Some wood he bought from the local wood yard, and it was oak wood and came in four-foot lengths. There was a man by the name of Smith that had a saw that was run by a belt that was attached to the back wheel of his Ford truck, and he cut the wood into one-foot lengths so that they could be split and fit in the stove.

There were no electric lights in the house when we first moved into it. We used kerosene lamps and candles. The grocery store had a 54 galIon drum of kerosene on hand and kerosene sold for .5 cents a gallon. Every family had a gallon can with a spout on it for carrying kerosene home. 

CHAPTER 3: Early Life

On Sunday mornings Sunday School was held in the Broderick Town Hall. One Sunday when I was four or five years old my sister took me to Sunday School with her. It seemed to me that everybody in the room was bowing their heads and closing their eyes and praying a lot. When we got home my mother asked me how I liked Sunday School. I said “Oh I guess it is all right, but they sure sleep a lot."

My mother's sister, Ida, lived with us in the winter time. In the summer she worked on her sister and brother-in-law’ s ranch as a cook in Idaho. When I was really young and needed a haircut, she was the one that did the job . My hair was really white and I remember that I didn't like it, and when she cut my hair there was always plenty of white hair left. When I was about five years old my dad took me to the local barber for a haircut, and when he finished I looked on the floor, and there was a lot of white hair laying there. When I got home I told my mother "That fellow is sure a good barber. He cut off my white hair and left only the brown."

I started Grammar School in September 1916, in a two story school building that was built in the 1880's. After attending school for a few months I got sick, which later developed into a serious kidney infection. I was sick for months, so I missed the whole first year of school. In the year 1917 a brand new school was built and it was finished in time for the fall term, so I started back to school again in the first grade.

CHAPTER 4: School

My teacher's name was Miss Duff. Miss Chapman taught the second grade. Miss McWilliams taught the third and fourth grades. Miss Mast taught the fifth and sixth grades. Miss Baker taught the seventh and eighth grades, and she was also the Principal.

A couple of years later Miss Baker left and a man by the name of Mr. Cage took her place. He was a big man and he had no trouble keeping law and order in the school. We had a manual training room for the boys, and he taught manual training, and the boys built him a new desk, and a great deal of new furnishing for the school under his supervision. Several boys after they left grammar school went to work in the Southern Pacific Shops and learned the carpenter trade.

Mr. Cage also organized the boys into three baseball teams . They were called the Purples , The Reds and The Greens . Under his supervision the teams built two baseball diamonds with back stops and bleachers, and two basketball courts . He had the Green Team put in the lawn in front of the school, on the west end. The Red Team did the same on the east end, and the Purple Team put small gravel in the center section where the Flag Pole was. We planted Shasta Daisies along the front side of the school building . We used to work after school and on Saturdays at the school yard, and we were proud of the work we were doing and proud of our school.

When the school first opened the school Trustees hired a woman by the name of Mrs . Reynolds as custodian. She was separated from her husband and had three children to support . The oldest boy was Thorten and he was 16 years old, Norman was eleven and their sister was nine. The three of them helped their mother clean the school and keep everything looking nice. During the winter months the school was heated by steam radiators . There was a big boiler in the boiler room, and the water was heated by a coal furnace. Thorton and Norman would be at the school at four o' clock in the morning to fire up the furnace so the rooms would be warm when school started .

Thorton died during the flu epidemic after World War One. That left a lot of responsibility on Norman's shoulders and he handled it very well. Some of the older boys would come to school real early in the morning and shovel coal for the furnace. As we grew older we all took our turn shoveling coal . No one had to do it, we did it because we all liked the Reynolds family, and we knew how hard they worked to keep the school in tip-top shape. In the summer months Norman and his sister and mother kept the lawns and flower gardens watered, and Norman kept the lawns cut with a hand lawn mower.

Thinking back to the last day of school, the school picnic was always held at McKinley Park in Sacramento. All the students of the school, the teachers, and a few of the parents would leave the school grounds about 9:00 A.M. walk over the Eye Street bridge, catch the streetcar at 2nd and Eye streets and ride to 31st and Jay streets. Then they would walk three blocks to the park. We had all kinds of foot races to take part in, and baseball games, and there were always plenty of swings and slides to play on, and we were all kept real busy having fun. Everyone brought lunch and after lunch ice cream and cake was served by the teachers and parents. We left for home about 4: 00 p.m. and we were a tired bunch of young ones who were glad to be able to sit down in the street cars for the long ride home. Not only did we enjoy the picnic but that also meant there would be no more going to school for the next three months.

TO BE CONTINUED


Monday, July 25, 2022

History of The Pheasant Club

Video of Pete Palamidessi filmed in December 2019 and shared by David Kamminga with the Rotary Club of West Sacramento. 


Monday, October 4, 2021

Jean "Ma" Jones honored by the West Sacramento VFW Post 8762

 Jean Jones was honored at a sold out surprise luncheon in recognition of her many years of service to the West Sacramento Auxiliary and VFW Post 8762. Jean served as President of the Auxiliary from 1976-1978, and has continued to serve the post and Auxiliary in many other capacities including heading up the kitchen crew and volunteers for many years. Most everyone in West Sacramento remembers the amazing Jean "Ma" Jones with love. 




Tuesday, September 28, 2021

Sunday, June 6, 2021

RIP Eppie's Star Server and Friend Carol Sherwood

 
Carol worked for Audrey at Eppies Cafe for over 18 years and has been pouring our coffee and 
cracking jokes with us since they were located in the old location on West Capitol Avenue. Carol
passed away after a brief bout of cancer.  We and your many customers miss you Carol. Fly
with the angels sweetheart! 

Friday, May 28, 2021

East Yolo’s First Bus

The East Yolo area's first bus is shown in this rare photograph, believed taken in 1933, provided for reproduction in the News-Ledger by Walter Gibson, acting general manager of the East Yolo Community Services District. The lady at left is the late Mrs. Mary Misitich, whose duplex dwelling at the corner of 15th Street and Alabama Avenue was also headquarters for the "stage line," which carried passengers from West Sacramento, Broderick and Bryte to Sacramento and return. The bus system was later owned by the late Ernest Tyhurst of West Sacramento and Mr. and Mrs. Forrest Johnson, also of West Sacramento, before being purchased by the Gibson Lines. The lady at right is unidentified. From the News-Ledger online archive.



Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Photos by Garry Everett

Hi Everyone,
I would firstly like thank Barbara S for inviting me to share some of my images taken around the West Sacramento area and also to introduce myself. My name is Garry Everett and I have been living in West Sacramento since 2005, relocating here from Houston to start a new job. I am originally from Australia and came to the USA in 1992 again for work. I have a full time job in Davis working in Subsea Robotics which enjoy immensely and is the main reason I have not made photography a full time vocation. With that out of the way the first image I wanted to share with everyone is of the most identifiable landmark in West Sacramento which was taken from the I-Street bridge.


 

Friday, January 1, 2021

John Siden



 John Siden


December 3, 2020
West Sacramento, California - Before retiring from the Yolo County's Office of Administrative Services, John's professional life focused on improving the health of the more vulnerable of the region. John's record of community service in West Sacramento & Yolo County is long and deep, highlighted by being a founder and president of the organization that created the Salud Health Clinic in Broderick, and serving 17 years on the Washington Unified School District board.
John was recognized by many organizations for his dedication to helping people, the highlight being West Sacramento City Council's creation of the Salud Clinic "John Siden Award" for community service.
John loved vacations with family, gardening, music of many genres, and digging into his ancestry while maintaining relationships with relatives around the world.
Born in Southern California to Roy & Katherine Siden, John, 81, moved to West Sacramento in 1965. Married to his wife of 58 years, Sharon, who survives him, John is also survived by son Scot & Renée Siden and children Kyle and Owen of Sacramento; daughter Katie & Bill Garcia and children Delaney and Jillian of Auburn, Calif.; and brothers Douglas (Marilyn) Siden of Alameda, Calif., and David Siden of Seattle.
A livestreamed memorial service will be held 3 pm, Sunday, January 3rd, 2021. Link: https://youtu.be/3JyR2CQDSpM


To Plant Memorial Trees in memory, please visit our Sympathy Store.
Published in The Sacramento Bee on Jan. 1, 2021.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

View From the Top

It was a beautiful day to ride the 65 foot Ferris wheel installed on the Old Sacramento Waterfront for the holiday season.