HELP!!! MORE PHOTOS, STORIES, MOMENTOS NEEDED!!!!
My Uncle Quentin was the youngest of Wilkie & Margaret Clock’s 7 children. Just found out today, from Linda Clock Cox in TX, that Quentin’s name cane from him from being the fifth boy in the family. He and his wife, Fern, lived in Tulsa, where he was a dentist. Their children: Charles, Mary and Raymond.
I don’t remember ever meeting Aunt Fern. I do recall my parents referring to them as “Kink & Fern”, but don’t know where Quentin’s nickname came from. (Wavy hair?) I can only recall meeting Uncle Quentin a couple of times, but they both stand out in my memory. I was in grade school the first time I recall him coming out to Oregon and staying a night or two at our place on Ladd Hill. It was probably around 1957. My brother, Pat Clock, was in high school at Newberg and he had football game at the old wooden stadium by the railroad tracks, at Newberg High School. Don’t know who NHS was playing, but Dad, Uncle Quentin and I were up in the stands. Dad was watching the game pretty intently, but after a quarter he noticed that his brother wasn’t paying much attention to the game. So Dad bumped Quentin’s arm and said, “What are you doing glancing all around at the crowd? Looking at everyone’s teeth?” (hah, hah). And Uncle Quentin just said, “Yeah.” And added, “I’m not too impressed either!” Dad thought that was hilarious and kidded him about it all the way home.
The first Clock reunion was on the northern Oregon coast. But my other story about Uncle Quentin occurred at the second Clock family reunion, at the beach in Rockaway, OR. It was during the summer of 1991 and lasted most of a week. A few days into it, our afternoon excursion was to the Tillamook Cheese Factory (mandatory stop on the Oregon Coast) and then up the nearby Wilson River to go swimming. The swimming hole is lined with steep basalt cliffs and has a high bridge spanning it. We jumped in from the lower cliffs, then noticed a rope swing nearby. Uncle Quentin grabbed the rope and swung on it …testing it out. The rope suddenly snapped with him on it …sending one surprised uncle into the river below. Worry (Quentin was 72 years old) was followed by laughs, hoots and hollers from all of us, as he swam to shore. We all jumped in several more times, then a few of us dove off the high bridge. My kids, Kevin & Kristy (even though they were only 13 and 10 at the time) never forgot it. Actually, after that, whenever I hesitated to jump into a river …they reminded me that my much older uncle did it. No problem! So what is MY problem?
My oldest brother, Mike, set up both reunions. But that ended up being our last Clock family reunion. Too bad, it was a great idea. Anybody want to do another? Why not, huh? We aren’t getting any younger!
(The two upper photos, of my aunt & uncle, are from Karon Clock Lemming’s booklet, “Our Ancestors”, 2012)
QUENTIN CLOCK (my uncle, Dad’s youngest brother)
FERN CLOCK (my aunt, Quentin’s wife)
PHOTO: QUENTIN & FERN CLOCK’s FAMILY. Quentin, Fern, Charles & Mary Margaret Clock. Christmas in Tulsa at Grandma Clock’s (Margaret M Clock, Wilkie’s wife). 1954.
QUENTIN & FERN CLOCK at CHARLES & ELLEN CLOCK’S FARM ON LADD HILL, OR. (1950’s) Their car and travel trailer is parked in the driveway, so my Aunt Fern and Uncle Quentin were on a trip out West. But to where all else were they heading? To Seattle and his sister Ruth’s place? Or …? I wonder.
Our place on Ladd Hill looks like its right out of Dog Patch back then. ha (For you young ‘uns, Dog Patch was a hillybilly place where the characters in the “Lil’ Abner” comic strip lived.) My mother, Ellen, would say that about our place (jokingly, I think) from time to time.
(photo from Mike Clock)
THE GANG AT MARGARET M CLOCK’s PLACE FOR CHRISTMAS (1954)
CHARLES, QUENTIN, RUTH (very funny!), MARY & PAUL CLOCK, Grand Prairie, TX after their brother, Virgil’s funeral. (Mid-1960’s)
CHARLES, MARY & RAYMOND CLOCK (1987). My Aunt Fern & Uncle Quentin’s children.
SPRING 2013 …..CLOCK GATHERING AT RAYMOND’S PLACE. Near Tulsa …in Broken Arrrow, Oklahoma.
RAYMOND & MARY
MARY CLOCK CLARKE
MARY & LINDSAY’S PLACE …..WORUMBA, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
LINDSAY & MARY CLOCK CLARKE ….biographical sketch
Lindsay is a 4th generation grazier in the Cradock/Hawker district. After owning and working several properties with his brother and sons in 3 different states, he has chosen to retire and spend his later years on the beautiful property of Worumba where he and his wife Mary have the best of both worlds.
While continuing to run Worumba as a pastoral property they have also diversified into tourism. The beauty and tranquillity of the Worumba Station has encouraged and inspired Mary to develop her hobby of painting into a serious pursuit.
After completing degrees in psychology and dentistry in the United States, Mary Clock worked as a resident dentist on the Navajo Indian Reservation in Arizona. From that she acquired her appreciation of semi-arid land photography. After 10 years in private dental practice in Tulsa, Oklahoma, she embarked on a two year around the world experience.
In 1987, she married Lindsay Clarke and settled with him on Worumba Station in the Flinders Ranges of South Australia. She quickly became familiar with life on the station and took up landscape painting.
Mary is mostly a self-taught artist, painting the ever-changing beauty that surrounds her. Her time is now divided between helping to run the station and managing the family home. She follows her passion for landscape painting when time permits.
The Clock-Clarke Gallery, established, owned and operated by Mary and Lindsay, is only open by appointment. Access to the property and the gallery is dependent on the condition of the dirt road to Worumba and the workload on the property.
Some of Mary’s paintings can be seen at the Outback Colours Gallery in Quorn SA.