4 BOYS, NO GIRLS: Charles and Ellen Clock’s Sons

I think it is important to remember that the 4 of us were a good number of years apart, with World War II in the middle. Mike & Pat …then Barry & Ken. In some ways it was like 2 different families …2 older ones 5 years apart, then after a gap of 8 years …..2 younger children, just 3 years apart. 16 years elapsed between when Mike was born and when Ken was born. Almost a generation. I think that fact is important …but it falls far short of explaining our family dynamics.

Yes there were times when my mother (Ellen Clock) said she would have liked to have had at least 1 girl out of 4 chances. Of course we would occasionally joke … “You had one. You had Pat …or you have Barry ..or Ken …or Mike.” (Kinda sexist by today’s standards, I guess …but definitely funny at the time!). I’ll admit, 4 was a bit much! But she did have her roses.

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THE ROSE OF LADD HILL

This photo is a close up detail from a birthday postcard, sent from one of the Clocks in the early 1900s. I like it, especially since roses were my mother’s favorite. She spent thousands and thousands of hours tending to the two rows of roses that lined our driveway at home, on top of the hill.

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PHOTO: MIKE’S FIRST ESCAPE (1936) …That’s wrestling talk!
PHOTO: MIKE’S FIRST PUSHUP. Doesn’t look like he went all the way down to me.
(*NOTE: There are quite a few photos of Mike elsewhere in this blog. The oldest child ALWAYS gets all the breaks!! ha

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PHOTO: CHARLES & MIKE (1938)
Picture of Charles Clock (my father) and Mike Clock (my older brother) …probably around 1938.
Mike is about 3 years old and Dad is 25.


(PLC)

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OUR HOUSE, WHEN GROWING UP …LADD HILL
“Sometimes this old farm
Feels like a long lost friend
And hey, it’s good to be back home again.”
-John Denver song

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PAT & ELLEN (1940’s). Standing near the old barn, with Birds Eye Hill in the background …where there were several huge strawberry fields. Grapes today. Dad’s comment on the photo bottom is about the band aid on Pat’s chin. Guess he took one on the chin! Again!

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PHOTO: PAT & CHARLES (later 1940’s) Both standing by Dad’s well drilling equipment at home.

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PHOTO: MOTHER & BARRY ….(Summer of ’49, I remember, it was a good one!)

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PHOTO: PAT & BARRY ….in crib (1948)

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PHOTO: DAD, MOM, PAT & MIKE (late 1940’s)

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PHOTO: CHARLES & BARRY (1949)

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PHOTO: THE CLOCK RELATIVES AT LADD HILL, OREGON (Early 1950’s)
This may be the most famous well (white posts & pulley, behind the group) in the world! It appears in many many Clock photos throughout the years. Photographed second most often in the USA, right after the Grand Canyon I believe!! The well was no longer being used at the time this photo was taken, but I think it was for a while when my parents (Charles & Ellen Clock) first moved to the farm in the early 1940s. I recall my mother describing a time she was lowering the water bucket and noticed a rat floating in it that had died. If I recall correctly, at that time she was using the old well to water the garden and flowers. Hopefully! Lower Row (L to R): Hegwood girl, John Clock, Greg Clock, Barry Clock
Upper Row: (L to R): Mike Clock, Margaret Hegwood & daughter, Linda Clock, Rita Clock, Pat Clock, Ellen Clock

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— OUR TWO MILK COWS — >;;
>;; Here’s the way Mom (Ellen Clock) told the story. It was kinda before my time. We had two milk cows on the farm during the late 1940’s/early 1950’s. They were like yin & yang …total opposites. Mike was in charge of milking them both. Cherry was one of our cows on Ladd Hill …a jersey. Best milk cow ever …lots of cream w her milk, gentle, easy to milk, didn’t kick over the milk bucket or anything. We had another milk cow, Lady, a guernsey. She had the habit of laying in her own manure to stay warm. When Mike went out to milk her before school, she had the habit of swishing her tail, flipping manure all over him and his school clothes. Lady was super smart ..could use her horns to get out of the barn, the pasture fence gates, literally anywhere. Dad went to considerable effort to devise a gate lock that would hold her, even put it on the reverse side of the gate, etc. She would wait a few days …the folks would be thinking, “Finally, THAT worked.” Then the next morning, she was gone, like always. Cherry stayed, at least most of the time. >;;
>;; Then Lady could be ANYWHERE on the whole hill, in the forest, by the creek, as far away as Edminston Rd below Al’s. Mother would get on the phone and call everyone on the hill while Dad and all drove around to try and spy her. If she didnt get rounded up before school/work …it was up to Mom to find her. Walking a mile, or several, with that !#\@! cow, back to our place. The car that she drove to get the cow would be left alongside the road or at someone else’s place. They had to go get it that evening. What a joke!! I was little at the time, but pretty sure I rode along a time or two …looking for the cow. Maybe? >;;
>;; And Lady, of course, had a knack for disappearing when the weather was especially windy & raining buckets. Irritating to say the least, first thing in the morning. It happened so often that some folks on Ladd Hill would call us (JA7-8245) automatically when they saw her out in their orchard, or field. Kind of embarrassing and probably the laughing stock of the hill & creek people …I would imagine. (For example, Dad could design a food machine to do literally ANYTHING …but to keep that !&$@! milk cow in, that’s a different story!! …that kind of thing I suppose). >;;
>;; THE MORAL:
>;; I heard this story many, many times growing up. Perhaps Mother was so fond of the story because she hoped the four of us boys would grow up and at least be as smart as Lady!! (Good luck on that one). So perhaps there was a moral to the story after all. Anyway, by the time I was ready, willing and able …..and I might add, dying to ….no milk cows anymore at our place. Mostly thanks to Lady (I love that cow!). No cows to milk. Dang it anyway!! So I went on to specialize in hoeing …walnut trees, filberts, holly, prunes, the garden. Who knows what I could have become otherwise?? >;;
>;; THE REST OF THE STORY:
>;; All I’m going off of is Mother repeating this story when I was growing up. I was too young to remember it actually happening. It was a fav of hers. Made her laugh ….and grit her teeth, all at the same time. >;;
(BMC)

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LADD HILL SCHOOL DAYS: Mike, Pat & Barry (1940’s & 1950’s)

-The School:
This is the schoolhouse where Mike, Pat and Barry Clock (Charles & Ellen Clock’s 3 oldest sons) attended grade school in the 1940’s & 1950’s. A two room school, with 2 teachers, a cement floor gym, and a small cookhouse/lunch room …for all 8 grades at Ladd Hill, Oregon. After it closed in the mid-1950’s, it became the community church (approximately when this photo was taken). Then we all attended Newberg Schools, 10 miles away.

-Ladd Hill Sign:
Beneath is a photo of the old Ladd Hill sign that stood next to the school. (Don’t ask,)

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-LHS Students (1946):
Entire student body all 8 grades!
Pat Clock – front row, on right
Mike Clock – upper row, on right

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-LHS Students (1954):
All 8 grades.
Barry Clock – bottom row, 2nd from left. First grade year.
Ladd Hill School closed forever 2 years later. With it went the community.

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-LHS Students (2011):
This photo was taken at the all grades/all years Ladd Hill Grade School Reunion in the summer of 2011. It makes a good contrast with our grade school pictures, from the 1940’s and 1950’s, don’t you think? Yes, 50 years does make a difference! I know what you’re thinking …”We look even better!!” 🙂
Mike Clock, top row, right (tan shirt)
Pat Clock, middle row, left (white shirt)
Barry Clock, bottom row, right (plaid shirt)

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LADD HILL FROM THE AIR (1940’s & 1950’s):
This is the area where my family once lived …Charles, Ellen, Mike, Pat, Barry & Ken. Ladd Hill, Oregon. Where we rode bikes, shot BB guns and .22’s, picked strawberries & everything else, had weenie roasts & wrestling matches, hoed orchards and burned up the days. On this aerial photo, taken in 2011, are the locations where our schoolmates and friends lived during the 1940’s & 1950’s, when we were all kids.

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PROPERTY OWNERSHIP MAP — LADD HILL, OREGON (1951):
Charles & Ellen Clock’s property is located in section #19, in Clackamas County, OR.
Ladd Hill School was called West Butteville School in earlier times …the old name still appears on this Oregon map for some reason..

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THE BABY OF THE FAMILY: Ken (1952)

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KEN & KITTY, on the hood of our old bakery truck (1955)

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BARRY WITH BRICK TUNNELS FOR HIS CARS (1954) Note our chicken coop in the background.

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FOOTBALL IN HAWAII (1954). Mother, Mike & Carol (Mike’s wife). Every 4 years, The college Mike, Pat & Barry attended, Lewis & Clark, played the University of Hawaii …over THERE! The team stayed on the island most of a week …and those days & nights became the source of endless stories.

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YELLOWSTONE VACATION (1955):
“Hey you guys! Did you see THAT? Right back THERE!!!” -Barry
Lots and lots of black bears in those days, in the picnic areas and alongside the roads. We went to Yellowstone Park several times growing up. I remember Mother putting little Ken in a dresser drawer one night, for his bed. (No, she didn’t close it! She set it on the floor by her.) And I remember mosquitoes and geysers.

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MIKE, PAT & THE FELLAS (early 1950’s). At our place, see that well in the photo again! And the old Luxury Bakery bread truck that Mike used to drive everywhere. Barry is on the far right, trying to be cool.

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NESKOWIN: Barry & Ken (yes, in fact we wore just underpants often around the house. No big deal. I guess, just because we could. We couldn’t understand when Mom told us to put on pants when someone was coming over to our place in the AM)
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ALL OUR DOGS: Digger & Barry …And All the Rest (1956)
Barry Clock with Digger, by our mail box – Route 2 Box 214, Sherwood, Oregon (no zip codes yet). It’s a school day and I’m standing at the end of our driveway, next to the holly tree that was planted in 1948, the year I was born. There was another holly bush on the opposite side of the driveway, planted when Ken was born in 1952. They are huge, practically trees today. Note the well-worn lunch sack in my hand …Mom “recycled” long before the word was even invented. Boy, did she ever!


(photo from Pat Clock)

Barry’s Recollections of All Our Dogs:
Digger was our black cocker spaniel. Surprisingly the name didn’t come from her digging abilities (although they were quite good, especially if a gopher was involved). “Digger” came from Mike’s attempt to say “doggie” (he was probably around 20 years old at the time!) …no, actually he was just a young boy. Digger lived to the incredibly old age of 18. A great dog, full of energy and spunk, the best companion and as loyal as the day is long. When she died, nearly blind, Dad gave me the job of finding a large rock on the farm (not a very difficult task on our Ladd Hill “stump ranch”!) and then chiseling “Digger, 18 Years” into it. Dad came home after work that evening and helped me finish up the chiseling. We painted the name into the grooves, put it in the backyard by the clothesline pole, under the limbs of the pear tree. Kinda proud of that. Wonder if it’s still there?

(Star & Barry, in our old barn)

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My earliest memory of all …involves the dog we had before Digger …Star. I was very young, perhaps 4 or so, and Mother had just sat me up on the dining room table to tie my shoe laces. Then we both heard a terrible screeching, sliding in the gravel sound, outside. She grabbed me off the table, ran outside with me in her arms, down to the corner of the road where the walnut & prune orchard started. Star was laying there ….gone. Mother was broken hearted and started crying. I’ll never forget it. I was so young I didn’t really know what had happened, but I knew it was awful. However, on a brighter note ….my favorite picture during my youth, is one of me in diapers, sitting on Star in our old red barn. Huge smile. A boy and his dog, what else do you need?

(Lucky & Kitten. Don’t worry, the kitten was just fine, Lucky wasn’t like that.)

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Our other dogs, after Digger, were : Lucky, a blonde cocker …a wonderful dog and my best companion for years, traipsing across the fields and through the woods. A real farm dog. Then came Tuco, a black lab, but I had grown up by then …too big for dogs and all that, so I don’t recall much about her. Other than my folks loved her and took her everywhere they went. Then came Pitch, another black lab, almost identical to Tuco. The folks treated her the same as Tuco. I thought they had gone kinda soft in the head, doing that, taking her everywhere and all. Now many, many years later I’ve taken my dogs practically everywhere, along with Julie and I. Can’t imagine any other way. Like they say, “It’s funny how much smarter your parents get, after you turn 25.”

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GRAND CANYON TRIP, KEN, BARRY & PAT (1957). Now THAT was a trip! Best one ever with lots of stories …..Wiiliams, AZ trains all night long, hummingbird in the car grille, Pat changing his film in the darkened closet & crashing down, Death Valley scalding our feet on the pavement, Ken cutting his foot on glass in the parking lot at Yosemite, collecting bottle caps at every gas station between OR & AZ and fastening them to our tshirts …and more! Guess you had to be there to laugh at it. Dad drove us 3 the whole way …and put up with it all. Somehow. ha

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Ken & Barry, South Rim of Grand Canyon

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Yosemite, Pat, Barry & Ken

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DAD, PAT & CAULIFLOWER EARS FROM WRESTLING (1958) At home, in the living room. Check out that wallpaper, I remember it well! Every house had it, in one pattern or another. Don’t see that much anymore. In fact, do they still even make wallpaper?

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A LESSON ON THOSE LESS FORTUNATE:

One time Mom left Ken & I in the car while she ran into the Safeway store in Newberg. I was about 9 (and dumber than dumb, I might add). Ken was 6. We noticed a fat, cripple guy hobble out of the store and limp across in front of the car. Real slow. K and I started laughing and carrying on about the guy (at least the car windows were up). And we continued after Mother got back in the car (talk about stupid!). I guess we were so dumb, we must a thought she’d join in the “fun” or something. WRONG!! She turned around in the front seat, and looked at us in the back ….. angrier than I’d ever seen her before. She said, “Boys! You do know, except for the grace of God, there goes I”. And she didn’t start the car for several minutes, the 3 of us just sat there …seemed like 5 hours, too ….believe me! It was awful. She finally said, while staring out the windshield …”Don’t you get it? That could easily be you …or your Dad ….or me. It’s just the grace of God. That’s all.”

Oh yeah, I learned my lesson that day alright! I try to never put down those that are merely different than me. Can’t say I’ve been 100%, but when I catch myself doing it ….I’m madder at myself than Mom was that day, I can tell you that! Deep down inside, I know I could have been born in Rwanda, or Hiroshima, or the projects in Detroit.

Sorry, if this got a little preachy. But it was a key moment in my life.

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LADD HILL SUNRISES:
With the Cascade Mountains & Mt Hood in the distance ….the Willamette Valley below.

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KEN & BARRY ON OUR OLD SWING (1950’s). Our old classic, red barn in the background.

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IKE GUSTAFFSON, BARRY & KEN (1959). This is a funny photo sequence …look at the hats. He ALWAYS wore that hat. Ike was one of several old bachelors that lived on Ladd Hill. Our wheat combine was destroyed when our old 2 story barn burned down one night. So Dad & Mom hired Ike to do the plowing and harvesting of our wheat fields. He was a great guy who always had time for kids. Even dummies.

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CLIMBING IN THE TRUCK: PAT (1958). Old Lewis & Clark College gym in background. Wearing his jacket from being chosen to the Oregon Shrine All Star football team. This yellow truck was later the company truck at the my dad & Al Self’s shop in Portland ….”MACHINE PRODUCTS, INC, SE 8th Avenue” logo on the side of the door.

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READY FOR CHURCH (1959): GRANDMA COLLINS, MOTHER, PAT, BARRY, KEN & LUCKY. In our driveway at home.

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AT THE BEACH …MOM, BARRY & KEN (1959). At Neskowin, Oregon …where we went for a week, many summers. Here’s that sailor hat I wore for a coupla years. It’s still my favorite place of all at the beach.

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KEN: 3rd grade, school photo

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MIKE & PAT (1960) wrestling tournament champions. Mike was wrestling for the Multnomah Athletic Club and Pat was wrestling for Lewis & Clark College.

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KEN AND GO CART, WITH MARY ELLEN CLOCK (1960)…Mike & Carol’s youngest daughter.
Believe it or not, Ken & I built that go cart straight out of scratch! We crashed it a bunch of times going down sections of Ladd Hill, bloodied up knees and elbows with gravel stuck in them something awful. The steering was a bit tricky & the “brake” was hopeless. Mom was totally against the whole idea. Wished we’d listened …for a change! I have absolutely no idea what Mary was thinking …you’d have to ask her.

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SAYINGS: CHARLES & ELLEN CLOCK
There are quite a number of the sayings from my parents (Charles & Ellen Clock) contained in the booklet, “DAD & MOM: The Good Times”. But here are several more that came back to me since writing the booklet. Why did they have so many sayings for so many situations in life? I’m not really sure. Perhaps it was because they were from a different era that read and thought more, or that valued the written and spoken word more, or that they studied more poetry in school ….or just because they grew up in Oklahoma! But I don’t think my kids could list more than a half dozen sayings that I have (though I’ve never asked them) …so maybe it’s a dying form of expression? Anyway, here are a few additional sayings (humorous, serious and in-between) from my parents, that are near and dear to my heart:

Go lickity split.

-Afflict them with affability.

-It’s better to be lucky than good.

-A fool and his money soon part.

-Love ’em all son, but don’t trust any of them.

-Give it all you got.

-Let the hand brake down.

-Go like old Billy Ned.

-You can bet your bottom dollar.

-That’s being penny wise and dollar foolish, son.

-So it goes. / That’s the way it goes. / It cannot be helped.

-You can thank your lucky stars.

-You boys have 100 more acres around here to do that …. (Dad would say when we were shooting BB guns, throwing dirt clods, taking batting practice, throwing pears, cherries, apples …throwing any of a hundred things right next to the house.)

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OLD JOE’S PLACE. A piece of property next to ours that Dad bought from Joe Roberts after their house burned down. But the barn and shed and outhouse remained. The worlds best adventure and play area, growing up.

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BARRY & MOTHER AFTER ALASKA TRIP WITH NEWBERG BOY SCOUTS (1961)

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STRAWBERRY PICKING …Barry & Ken (1962) We got up at 4 AM and picked strawberries til 1 in the afternoon near St Paul, OR. The season started as soon as school got out and ended around the 4th of July.

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CHRISTMAS WITH EVERYBODY (1963). At our Ladd Hill home.

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DIVING IN THE WILLAMETTE RIVER (mid-1960’s). Barry showing them how it’s done. A funny photo sequence. In the last frame, Dad admires his amazing, intelligent son. ha. Ken & Mike Arrant are on the dock too.

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HOME… LADD HILL, OREGON

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SUNDAY …BARRY, KEN & MIKE (1967). “Mike came out from Okla for job interview”…text on back.

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THE SUNDAY RACES: BARRY, KEN & PAT (1962). After driving home from church, with the folks, the rule was …NO newspaper comics pages until you changed out of your church clothes. So the race was on to get mostly undressed in the car …sprint for the house …throw your nice clothes and then run down to the paper box at the foot of the driveway, in your underwear if you had to. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED! Idiots! Mother tried to revise the rules, saying you had to have on more than just underwear and a tshirt. But her amendment failed …you dont get to mess with the original Constitution!
This photo was posed, after one of us already had the newspaper safely stashed away and we all got “dressed” again for a picture. Ridiculous!!
By the way, if you haven’t noticed …photo props were ALWAYS big with Ken and me …especially me. I don’t know why!

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AT NESKOWIN, OREGON …BARRY, KEN & MOTHER (1966)
The Chelan Hotel, the only time we stayed there, pretty fancy. Most summers we rented a small beach cottage …very cool! Crew cut hair again …man I hated that. It was the 60’s!
Barry skim boarding.

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KEN & BARRY SALMON FISHING, MOUTH OF COLUMBIA R. (1965)

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PAT IN THE US ARMY (1967). Officer Candidate School. Text on back of photo: “Worlds finest saber bearer — yuk, yuk! During his 16th week of OCS (jr status). If all goes well I’ll be a company commander during senior review parade 2 wks from this Saturday”. -Pat

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LIVING ROOM WRESTLING MATCH (1960’s):
Typical 4 way wrestling match that usually started in the living room and occasionally spilled outside onto the lawn and driveway. They lasted 15 minutes or several hours. Sometimes they were real knockdown-drag out affairs. Dad usually was amused by our antics …Mom, not so much …at least until the action moved outside. ha For the life of me, I can’t recall what set off those “wrestling” contests. I guess it was, “Boys will be boys”!

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BARRY AT LEWIS & CLARK COLLEGE (1970)

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BARRY & LEWIS AND CLARK COLLEGE FOOTBALL (1970)

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MOTHER & PAT AT THE DINING ROOM TABLE (Thanksgiving1988)

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MAKING ICE CREAM ON THE BACK PORCH (1970 something …judging by Ken’s railroad engineer outfit! ha). Mike, Ken, Dad & Cousin Jane (our Aunt Ruth’s daughter). How many batches of homemade ice cream did we make up thru the years? A thousand? Ya think? Not enough!

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BARRY & JULIE (1984). At Charles & Ellen’s 50th wedding anniversary.

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DAD’S STUFF:
Here are a few of the reminders of Dad (Charles Lewis Clock) that he passed on to me through the years. His boyhood suitcase, his Navy hat from World War II, an wood ignition box from an early Ford, old letters and postcards mostly from his parents and grandparents, the Samurai sword he got in Nagoya during the US Occupation of Japan after WW II, the “world’s smallest” Bible (behind the right corner of the wooden box, about the diameter of a dime) that was his grandfather, Jacob Wilkie Clock’s, and the rubber cushion from the sights of an anti aircraft gun during WWII (from his ship, I think, the “Richard Henry Dana”).

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2003 – The 4 of us at Keely’s (Ken & Vick’s daughter) wedding.

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4 OF US …FAMILY GET TOGETHER AT CANNON BEACH, OREGON (2011):
Cannon Beach, Oregon. Gathering that also included the Cox’s (Linda, my Uncle Virgil’s daughter & Bill, her husband) from Texas & the Hollingsworth’s (Jane, my Aunt Ruth’s daughter & her husband, Bob)) from Seattle. Summer of 2011. The first time the 4 of us got together in quite some time.
L to R: Barry, Pat, Ken & Mike
Parents: Charles & Ellen Clock


(photo by Bob Hollingsworth, husband of Jane Elmer Hollingsworth …my Aunt Ruth’s daughter)

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THE 4 OF US AT HOME, BACK IN 1952:

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(BMC)

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