July 21, 2017

Sentimental Sunday: Joan Moline Yates 1923- 2001

Sentimental Sunday

Today, (and every day) I’m thinking of my mom who was born on this day at Swedish Hospital in Seattle, Washington to parents Elvin B. and Hulda (Helen) Nordgren Moline.  Mom was the youngest child born to them, with Jeane born first in 1920, and Joyce born in 1921.

I miss you Mom! ?


Preserving Past Family Home Locations With Google Street View

Sentimental Sunday

If you read the title of this article, it might be a bit misleading in that I was able to get the photo below with just Google. I did use SnagIt (which I LOVE!) too to capture the image.  I am not real adept at using Google with SnagIt,  so that’s why you see that silly magnifying glass thing in the picture.  Google presents the opportunity by supplying the street view; SnagIt makes it easy to capture.  No doubt there are other ways.

My Grandpa Elvin “Al” and Grandma Lillian “Eppy” (Epstein)  Moline lived on the second floor in this building probably from the 1950’s to the late ’60’s.  The address is 1105 Spring Street, Seattle, WA.  I think it’s called the Decatur Condos now.  They had the apartment at the bottom of the photo, which included the small balcony.  Grandma was a sun worshiper, so no doubt she was delighted to have a way to get outside.  Their apartment was a corner one, so the three windows from left to right shows the size of their one bedroom abode.

The far left window was their bedroom whose window was really a cool patio door that opened to the balcony. In the middle was the living room, and I think one side of those windows might have opened to the balcony also.  The kitchen windows are last to the right of the three.  My brother has the drop leaf table that used to sit in front of  the kitchen window.

This apartment had an effect on me I can’t quite explain.  We lived in an old farmhouse in Tumwater.  This apartment was the opposite side of the coin and seemed very posh to me.  A couch on one wall in the living room, and two club chairs with a beautiful wooden secretary faced it from the opposite wall.  There were nice paintings on the walls and tasteful knick knacks scattered here and their, but not overdone.  Grandpa Molines’s father was a furniture maker, so I suppose an appreciation for fine furniture rubbed off on him.  Grandma (she was my mom’s step mother) was a bridge player and a registered nurse, so she was very social and was used to being with people all the time, from all walks of life.  Some of the jokes she told would make you blush.

Last, but not least, was one more attraction for Dave and I when we visited the grandparents in this building.  We were always pumped to get in the elevator and ride to…the second floor.  That was pretty anticlimatic, so we would beg Mom to let us go “exploring”.   We made a beeline right for the elevator and rode it up and down lots of times before we saw the same people more than once.  They gave us the “eye” and we knew we had to give up our fun before someone reported us to the office.  We never once did anything destructive or even thought to do that.  We were just kids out of our element. Good times! Good memories!


Sentimental Sunday March 28, 2010

Sentimental Sunday March 28, 2010:  Grandma’s Favorite Cup


Many of my memories are like little vignettes of events that happened once and never again.  One of them is my recollection of a conversation with my Grandma Yates ( Josie McVey Scribner Yates) about one of her favorite coffee cups.  I remember she had it and a matching saucer sitting on her kitchen counter (probably waiting to be filled with hot coffee) and her saying to me “I always wanted to have a farm like that”.

(That’s my mom’s arm around Grandma’s shoulder)

At the time, I thought Grandma was “old”, but she may have been close to the age I am now (and of course, that is not old 🙂 )  Until she told me about the farm, it never occurred to me that she would have any hopes and dreams that never came true.   I was grade school age, so I was still in ‘self-centered’ mode which explains my surprise.  I remember feeling sorry for her that she never got that farm.

Grandma was born in Forsythe, Missouri and soon after, she and her family moved out here to Washington State and lived near Littlerock, Thurston, WA.  She was my dad’s step mother, but that didn’t matter to me, she was always very kind and meek, but I knew never to tangle with her or Grandpa would have my hide.  She was really the only grandmother I knew and I loved her dearly.

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