Richard Dennis Souther

M, b. 2 January 1948, d. 17 September 2012


I was christened around 1950 at Bethany Congregational Church in Quincy, Massachusetts.

My earliest recollections were of our home in Quincy at 42 Tyler Street. My father was off in the Navy so most of my earliest years were spent with my Mother. It was a small two story, three bedroom duplex adjoining Uncle Bernard and Aunt Luela Gill's place. They lived there with their children Judith Ann "Judy" and Robert Weston "Bobby" Gill. I can remember having to go down into the cellar past the coal pile and furnace to get up into their side of the house. It was a small home, just big enough for a newly married couple. Things that stand out about this house were that we had linoleum on the floors, a pantry adjoining the kitchen and for evening entertainment we would sit around and listen to the radio. Programs like "Our Miss Brooks" and "The Shadow". Across the street from our side of the duplex was Dad's sister, Dorothy "Dot" with her husband Frederick "Freddie" Jerna and their daughter Susan who was my age. I played a lot with Graham Edward Walsh (1948- ), one of the neighborhood kids, but Susan and I spent many long hours and days together playing too; even after our families moved to Norwell and Hanover respectively. Susan's sister, Nancy was not born until after their move to Hanover. Next to Dot and Freddies' were Dad's parents, Herbert "Roy" (I guess he was called Roy which was his middle name, to distinguish him from his Dad whose name was also Herbert) and Ruth with their youngest children Jean and Barbara. I don't remember what year it was but I recall Jean getting her first car; it was green. Not long after she got it we went for a ride to an amusement park; perhaps it was Paragon Park at Nantasket beach in Hull.

My first year in school was at the Francis Wayland Parker Elementary School (Colonel Parker, born in 1838 had been the 1st Superintendent of Quincy Schools). It was only a few blocks from home. I always remember going into Mel's store across from the school to buy penny candy. The school is still there, but the candy store has gone out of business. I think it was during my first year in school that "Santa Claus" brought me a train set. It was great!

My brother, Larry was born when I was only 6 years old. I use to help Mom by caring for him when he was sick.

Before I started my second year in school we had moved further down on the south shore to the country in the little town of Norwell. Norwell used to be South Scituate. We lived at 80 School Street, however when we first moved there we had only a RR# and no street numbers or zip codes. I shared a room upstairs with my brother and my sisters, Judy and Kathy who were born after we moved to Norwell, shared a room on the first floor. My father use to have his "Gun Shop" upstairs also. There was one house across the street where the Leemans lived. After Mr. Leeman passed away, his wife moved away and the McNamaras moved in. They were a childless couple, but they had a nephew & niece (Kevin & Sheila Wright) from Ireland who came to live with them. The next closest house was about one mile away, and the home of Kenneth John Bradeen, the Chief of Police for Norwell and his wife Buella and children, John Kenneth, Judy and Janet Bradeen.

The bus stop where I caught the school bus was past the Bradeen's at the corner of School and Grove Street. It was a little more than a mile away, so it made for a long walk down the street through the woods, especially in the cold winters. Sometimes we would be snowed in for several days at a time. It seems as if our street was always the last to be plowed out since there were only 4 houses on the whole street. I belonged to Cub Scouts and attended meetings at Larry Litchfield's house at the corner of Mount Hope and Mount Blue Streets. I also belonged to an Indian Club that met at the First Parish Church in Norwell. I attended Norwell Elementary, Jr. High and High Schools, receiving my diploma on 16 June 1965. I was just an average student. If I had known then what I know now I probably would have enjoyed school more. I guess it is the way that school is taught that makes it so boring. If children could learn history and geography through research of their family and relate and share it with others, it would be so much more meaningful. I was a Library Aide and served on the Yearbook staff. I enjoyed all of the school and town dances. I went to my Jr. and Sr. Proms with Lorraine Barbara Maken. I don't think I ever missed one dance and this was reflected over and over in our Yearbook, the Shipbuilder. I never knew that the name of our year book had direct connections with our family - it was Laban Souther of Norwell, a well-known Shipwright, who helped to make the town and area known for its' shipbuilding.

My best friend in High School was Lawrence Albert "Larry" Reed. We were always studying together at his home at the far end of Mount Blue Street. The Reeds were a real nice family. Larry's Mom and Dad where Walter Driscol Reed and Virginia Marie Dubois and he had one older brother Walter Francis "Frank" and a younger brother John Robert Reed. Before her passing, I enjoyed talking and visiting with Larry's grandmother, Beatrice Dubois who always had so many stories to tell. I corresponded with her even after I went into the Navy. Larry had a set of drums which he kept right in the living room and during breaks from studying (which was quite often) he would turn up the stereo and play along. Bruce William "Gunner" Wilds, our classmate, would many times join Larry on the drums and others would bring their guitars and we would have regular jam sessions.

We got our first TV when we moved to Norwell. I remember it was B/W and had a round screen. Most of our fun was spent outdoors in the woods that were around our home. We spent long hours exploring, hiking, falling in the brooks and swamp, riding our bikes around the neighborhood and having a great time like all country kids do.

It was fun to go down to Black Pond fishing for Sun fish and Shiners. In the winter, it was the same pond that I enjoyed ice skating on with all the neighborhood friends; Bruce Fletcher Meacham, George Henry "Buddy" Whitcher, III, John Kenneth Bradeen, Kenneth McLean Downey and others.

I use to earn money with a paper route and during holidays selling candy banks, wreaths and sprays, etc. During the summers and right after High School I worked at several different jobs. I guess the first was at Surrey's Hamburgers, one of the first fast food restaurants in the area, Cook's Auction Gallery, where I worked with my friend Vincent Donald "Vinnie" Marino, Jr., Stone House Gardens (my boss was Bud Gaudette) where I worked with George Thomas MacAllister's sister, Bonnie Louise MacAllister (friends from Norwell High School) and Sportsman's Park which was run by the Sorenson family. Just before I went into the Navy, I worked at Remicks' of Quincy. I worked on the window displays which were well noted as the "best dressed" windows on the South Shore. Remick's was owned by movie actress, Lee Remick's father.

Besides the Police Dog "Drago", that lived with our family we had another German Shepherd, "Brando" that we got from our cousin, Judy Gill. Brando was an important part of our lives. We all enjoyed the dog because he spent so much time with us. One time he chased a raccoon up a tree. We captured and kept him for a period of time and had named him "Robber".

Many times I would bike over to the neighboring town of Hanover to visit my Aunt Dot and Grandma Souther, especially during weekends, holidays and summer vacations. My cousin Susan and I use to go blueberry picking in season and then sell them along the road from a roadside stand in front of the Jerna home.

Right after graduation, I attended the School of Practical Arts in Boston. After a short time I realized this wasn't really what I wanted to do, so I quit. I decided that instead of being drafted that I would join the service and get it behind me. I spent 4½ years in the United States Navy. I left for the Great Lakes Training Camp in November 1966. My first duty station after graduation was with the Hawaiian Armed Services Police located in downtown Honolulu. Completing a short tour of duty there, I transferred to "Top Gun" at Naval Air Station Miramar, at San Diego, California. During my time at Top Gun, I was chosen to carry the United States Flag as part of my company's Color Guard. I use to hang around with an Air Force friend from Michigan, Keith Thomas Elder, while I was in San Diego. We were both new to California, so we use to take off on his motorcycle on weekends, hitting all the tourist sites, Disneyland, Universal Studios, San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge, etc. It was a great surprise in 1992, after being out of touch with Keith for many years, to get a call from him out of the blue. We have since re-met and reminisced over military days. During my tour of duty in San Diego, I volunteered for two deployments to Viet Nam on board the aircraft carrier, U.S.S. Ticonderoga (CVA-14). I enjoyed this a lot because I got to do a great deal of traveling. I always seem to enjoy the ports maintained by the British. In Singapore I had a grand time getting "pissed", (that's the Australian slang for getting drunk) with the "Aussie" sailors that I met there. In particular, Seaman Graham Craggs was a real good time bloke from the H.M.A.S. Vendetta. Shopping in Hong Kong was fabulous. In those days, I ordered tailored made dress shirts with French cuffs for only $.75 per shirt. Everything was so cheap there! The Ticonderoga was anchored in the middle of Hong Kong harbor so I would have to take a launch in to the town. I stayed at the Hong Kong Hilton. I always got a kick out of everyone driving up in big limos and other fancy cars, but I always came in a rickshaw. My final duty station and second tour of duty in Hawai`i was at Camp Smith in `Aiea Heights above Pearl Harbor. I was with the Electronic Warfare Department of the Commander in Chief of the Pacific. It was a U.S. Marine Base with Joint Services onboard. I was lucky that they did not have enough billets available and had to live in a civilian apartment in Waikiki paid for by the Navy. An Army friend that I worked with, Donald Davern and I decided to pool our sources and got a beautiful 2 bedroom condo just two blocks from the beach. It was great.

During my entire period of time with the Navy, I was fortunate enough to be able to travel to Canada, Mexico, Japan, Philippines, Hong Kong, Singapore, Australia, New Zealand, Samoa and Tahiti.

Due to my service with the Viet Nam conflict in the Gulf of Tonkin and participation in the "Korean Conflict" after the Korean's captured the U.S.S. Pueblo, I was awarded several ribbons, medals and Commendations including the, National Defense Service Medal, Viet Nam Service Medal, Armed Forces Expeditionary Medal, Good Conduct Medal and others. I also received the Joint Service Commendation Medal from the Secretary of Defense, Washington, D.C. for my service with Commander In Chief of the Pacific. Closing the chapter in my military service, I choose to make Hawai`i my new home. I had many new friends there and I loved the warm climate and the abundance of cultures and most of all the loving caring ways of the Hawaiian people.

During my tour of duty in Hawai`i I was fortunate enough to meet Philip David Watson, a "Kiwi" sailor from Auckland, New Zealand. We established a great relationship and every time his ship would come into port, he and his other mates and I would spend many long hours together. Sometimes we would just sit around the apartment drinking and talking or go out and hit the town, dancing and making the circuit of the most popular night clubs. We kept in touch long after we were out of the service. I was most honored when Phil wrote to me to tell me that he and his wife Robyn were making their first child a "namesake" by naming their first male child after me. "Richard" Hone Watson was born in Auckland, New Zealand on 17 Sep 1976. I was very moved to think that someone thought enough of me to name their child for me. Richard's siblings are Catherine, David, Pania & Philip, Jr. My Aunt Jean and I visited them on a trip to New Zealand in 1985.

While I was away in the service my family had sold their home in Norwell and bought a boat, "Yvonne G", which they lived on at Wellfleet Pier down on Cape Cod. After three years and after the children had left home or graduated, they sold it and moved into a two bedroom trailer on Springbrook Road in Wellfleet two doors away from where Jean used to have her first cottage.

Not having relatives in Hawai`i at that time I was discharged, I took the first job I could get which happened to be in retail sales. I started in a local drug store, where I worked with some great people. Curtis Siu Yun Lai, Kay Kiyomi Suwa (one of the most fun girls I've ever met), Bert Michimoto and Michael J. Drago who I would room with for a while. I then changed to Shirokiya, a Japanese department store (Kay followed me over there where we worked in the Camera department together. We had a great time). Another good friend at Shirokiya was Jody Yoshikatsu Kotani.

About this time I joined the "Big Brothers" organization. My little brother that was assigned to me was of Japanese ancestry. His name was Andrew Kojiro. At that time he was living with his grandmother Hatsumi Arai. Andrew and I had great times together. We'd go to the beach to surf, to the zoo, the movies and sometimes just hanging around talking. Whatever my "little brother" wanted to do was fine with me. Sometimes his grandmother would join us and that was good for Andrew because it was more like a complete family for him. Andrew is all grown up now and has girlfriends, college, a job and a whole life for himself, but I many times look back and think of the fun we had. "Big Brothers" is now called "Big Brothers/Big Sisters". It was a great organization to be a part of.

Enjoying the Japanese culture, I quit my job, paid my bills and moved to Kyoto, the old capital of Japan, with less than $75.00 in my pocket. I stayed with Hiroshi Hayata and his family for the first few months and with their help, was able to get my own apartment. I had met Hiroshi a year before when he had been vacationing in Hawai`i. It was quite an experience; living in a one room home, sleeping on tatami mats, shopping for food on a daily basis, since they have very tiny refrigerators, and going to the public "o fudo" bath. Because I was visiting on a two month tourist visa, I had to renew it every two months and every six months I had to leave the country. After the first six months, I went over to Korea. Before going over to Korea I had been corresponding with Seung Wan Lee. He and his family gave me an invitation to stay with them at their home in Dagion City. I only stayed there for a couple of days before returning to Japan, but they gave me a grand tour. After the second half year I went back to Hawai`i. At that time I changed my visa from tourist to a cultural visa at the Japanese Consulate so I could stay longer without having to renew it so often. I studied "shodo" or Japanese calligraphy after returning. Being a person of great curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, I always took advantage of meeting other people as a way to learn more about their culture. Takeyoshi Tsukamoto, Shozo Shiga, Hiromi Fujii and Hiroshi Mizobuchi became very good friends and took much of their time to show me around and teach me about Japan. All of whom were able to come to Hawai`i in later years so that I could pay them back for their generosity. Hiroshi Mizobuchi became the closest. We both had a talent for photography. We would meet every night of the year at the District of Gion, the Geisha quarters, to photograph the Geisha and Maiko (apprentice Geisha) as they were scurrying between their appointments. One of my most memorable moments was when one of the Mama sans of the Iciriki Tea House invited me in out of the winter cold and offered me some ocha (green tea) and while being served, had the good fortune to play Hanafuda (Japanese Card game) with some of the Geisha. I spent only another three months in Japan before deciding to go back to Hawai`i. I also had to opportunity to participate in the "Char no Yu" (Tea Ceremony) and was served by an Oiran or Taiyu. She was one of only three still living in the Sumida district in Kyoto and all are considered "living treasures".

Having become more knowledgeable of the Japanese language and more acquainted with their customs, I returned to Shirokiya in the Camera Department. Eight years later they closed that camera department and so I changed jobs to Fromex, One Hour Photo Shop. It was at Fromex that I worked with Jay Kiyoshi Kamiya. Jay was responsible for making the copy negatives and prints of so many of the photographs that were in the "preliminary edition" of our book. After a couple of years there I decided it was about time that I changed jobs to something more suitable and in the clerical profession which I had trained for in High School and the Navy. During all of this time I had held other part time jobs as a Doorman at Opus One nightclub with the Paulo family, and as a D.J. and floor guard at Rollerworld skating rink. It was here that I met Jay Blanchard Iokewe Miller. Jay was one of the nicest people that I have ever met. After the unfortunate taking of his own life, I became very close to his family; spending many holidays and family occasions with them. For a short time I lived with Jay's brother, Glenn Kanakahou Solem. Their entire family had been an important part of my life in Hawai`i.

I then started my job with the State of Hawai`i. Until I gained my permanent status with the Department of Health I held other emergency hire and temporary hire positions with the Departments of Education and Hawaiian Home Lands. Continuing with side jobs, I also taught different styles of Hawai`i lei making at Kamehameha Schools and with Farrington Community School for Adults. At Kamehameha Schools I was lucky enough to meet Aunty Alice Namakelua who told me stories of how she use to sing songs to and while she massaged the feet of Queen Lydia Namaka`eha Liliu`okalani, the last reigning monarch of the Hawaiian Kingdom before she was overthrown in 1893. Also, one of the Kupuna (elders) and the students gave me the Hawaiian name; Kalei`o`iwi which means, Lei of the Cherished One. I studied Hula for a short time with Halau Ka Pa Hula `Olapa, as a way to increase my awareness of the Hawaiian customs and traditional ways of life. My Kumu Hula [hula teacher] Franklin Marvin Palani Olson, also gave me a Hawaiian name which I have used since that time. It is Kûpapalani which means Strong Ruler or the literal translation is "state of heavenly foundation". It is curious that Richard in German also means "Strong Ruler".

Due to my great interest in Hawaiian culture, I started my own Culture and Arts Program at Ho`omaluhia State Park and have for eight years taken local people on outer island field trips (to coincide with my Hawaiian Lei classes) to study the many aspects of Hawaiian history and culture. In organizing these programs and field trips, I have been fortunate enough to work with some of Hawai`i's finest resource people. On Kaua`i, which is my second favorite island, I learned much about Hawai`i's native birds from Patrick Anthony Ching who is a renowned authority and artist. Many field trips were coordinated with Patrick to the Kilaue`a Light House Wildlife refugee where he worked as a volunteer. Patrick made a gift of an "original" oil of a `I`iwi Bird on an I`ei`e plant. Jose Ricardo Diogo was my contact on Kaua`i for mokihana used to make my favorite lei. I led a group of 63 people on a Maui field trip with the help of Lee Kalei Mô`îkeha. This was one of my biggest field trips. The island of Moloka`i always provided the "most Hawaiian" types of vacations. Thaddeus Ku`uipolaua`ekaomakana Albino was always my best choice of guide as we took the Moloka`i Mule Ride down the 1,600' cliff to the leprosy colony of Kalaupapa. My Aunt Jean has gone down twice and I three times. This attraction has since been closed due to the cost of liability insurance. Henry K. "Hanalei" Nala`ielua (one of the patients) was our sponsor & guide for some of our overnight trips as well as Sheriff Richard Marks.

In my years of organizing inter-island field trips, I have enjoyed meeting and working with some of the finest resource people in Hawai`i. You'll excuse me if I take up a little of your time to list some of their names. To the occasional visitor to the islands others may meet these people for brief periods during their vacations, but some of these people have become very good friends and become my "`ohana" as they say in Hawai`i, my "family". To all of these people, I owe a great deal of my knowledge of Hawai`i.

Joni Mae Lei Makuakâne, Steven Raynard Jarrell, Wolfgang Ronald Thomas, John Analu Machado, Dennis Kana`e Keawe, Marie Leilehua Adams McDonald, Tranquilino Kia Fronda, Jr., Paul Kamali`ipunaheleoka`aina Andrade, Thomas Kamuela Chun, Clyde Halema`uma`u Sproat and Peter James Tobin all from the Island of Hawai`i (my favorite). From Moloka`i, Edwin Tadao Misaki and Zachary Zane Kanakahunamau Helm. From Kaua`i, Attwood Alohawaina `I Maika`i Makanani, Jose Ricardo DeSilva Diogo and Patrick Anthony Ching. From the "home" island are Charles Nainoa Thompson, Malcolm Nâ`ea Chun, Christopher Kaiali`ili`i Kamaka, Mary Louise Kaleonahenahe (Peck) Kekuewa, Richard Albert Hamasaki, John Ralph Kukeaokalani Kaho`oilimoku Clark, Bruce Mealoha Blankenfeld, John Robert Richardson, Linda Paik Moriarty, Patrick Michael Horimoto, George Keoki Ruitsuki Kaialau Fukumitsu, Michael Delaney `Ilipuakea Dunne, Edward Halealoha Ayau and Robert Hiko`ula Hanapi.

In 1991 I volunteered to work for one session with the Honolulu Police Department at Ke Kula Maka`i Training Academy. I participated with the mock crimes division, volunteering as an actor in various scenarios as a way of "on the job" training for the new police recruits. Several friends; Keith Stevens Vegas, Jacques Vincentri "Jack" Abellira, Clyde Takashi Yamashita, Shermon Dean Dowkin and Kaipo Aaron Miller were graduates of the academy. (Kaipo was the brother of Jay Miller). Officers, William Gary Souther and Mitchell Ka`imina`auao Kâneha`ilua, Jr. took their training in Hilo. Officers Wayne Nicholas Kekoaikaika "Nick" Cambra, Gary Puniwai Keawe`aiko , Jr. and George Albert Smith had graduated earlier from a training class based at Fort DeRussey in Waikiki. That's where it was held before the new training facility was built at Waipahu. It was George that I worked with in organizing and taking photos for the Police Department's Solo Bike Division. From old photographs of the division found in the Police Museum, we recreated them by using the officers of today at the same setting on the grounds of `Iolani Palace. George also provided Police Escort for my cousin President George Herbert Walker Bush during a 1991 visit to Hawai`i. George has since been promoted to Sergeant and is presently working at the Waikiki Sub-Station.

From the time I started working on my genealogy; I had found a William Homer Souther and his wife Ruby that live just a few blocks from where I had lived. We have established that we are related, thru the Mayflower pilgrim, John Alden but not through the Southers because he comes from the southern Souther families of German descent. However, I had discovered three other Souther men on the island of Hawai`i that are my fifth cousins; Michael Marston, Roger Marston and William Gary Souther. Jean and Barbara have met all of these Southers on their last trip to Hawai`i in 1993.

There was another Souther who lived in one of the same buildings that I use to live in and he had since moved to Kansas. He is Monty Ray Souther. I first saw him in a local commercial and a couple of years later contacted him on the mainland. We have found no relationship at this time.

I also discovered cousins that are 1/2 Hawaiian through one of our Lincoln lines. As recently as Jun 1993, an article was written about Lyman Putnam Lincoln who came to Hawai`i from Massachusetts and settled on the Island of Hawai`i in an area known as Ho`okena. He was a postmaster there for many years and raised Kona coffee. He married a Henrietta Kepilino, a pure blooded Hawaiian, and their 4 children are 1/2 Hawaiian cousins. Ronald Edward Lincoln's sister, Linda Ann lives in Kailua with her husband Phillip Lee Mason. Kailua was the last place that I lived before I moved back to Massachusetts.

Another local "celebrity" that I may have a cousinship with is John Quincy Adams, a local Life Guard, water safety expert, stunt man and model. We may have ties since he is descended from the President John Quincy Adams, as I do. John also has Portuguese ties going back to the Azores and Madeira Islands.

I have memberships with the New England Historic Genealogical Society, Hingham Historical Society, Quincy Historic Society, South Shore Genealogical Society and the Norwell Historic Society. I am also a member of the National Society of the Sons of the American Revolution #141601 and the Hawai`i Society, #336. On the 16th of March 1994 I became a member of the Alden Kindred of America, Inc. My application for the General & Massachusetts Societies of Mayflower Descendants was approved under Governor William Bradford, National #61,587 and MA #9714. Before leaving Hawai`i, I had been a volunteer librarian with the Aloha Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution library where I computerized their entire collection.

In Hawai`i I was also the past president, founder and Lifetime Member of the Sandwich Islands Genealogical Society and the founding editor of its newsletter, Ke Ku`auhau (The Genealogist) and organized a Roots III User Group (RUG) of family historians that use computers and the Roots software program.

I have made my home in Wellfleet and worked for just under one year as a Dispatcher for the Wellfleet Police Department. Finding it extremely stressful I opted to change jobs and worked for a few months H. H. Snow & Sons, Inc. in Orleans with cousins, James McGregor Snow and Sidney Howard Snow. I then started working as a Sales Support Associate for Guardian Life Insurance Company of America in Boston, MA.

Being established in the Quincy area, I formed The Master Genealogist, South Shore User's Group.
Transcribing 350 years of original vital records for the Town of Hingham.
Volunteer - Massachusetts Archives

Current Memberships: National Genealogical Society, New England Historic Genealogical Society, National Society
Former Memberships: Quincy Historical Society, Scituate Historical Society

I appeared in several television commercials while living in Hawai`i - for Longs Drug Store; Shirokiya and Fromex - One Hour Photo Shop.

Celebrities I've met: Donald Clark Osmond, Olive Marie Osmond (The Osmonds), Shirley Hempill (What's Happening), Tom Selleck (Magnum PI), William Conrad, John Elroy Sanford aka Redd Foxx (Sanford & Son), Sammy Davis, Jr. (The Rat Pack), Jerry Lewis, (Fabian - credit card), Hiroshi Itsuki, Shinichi Mori, Kenichi Mikawa, John Royce Mathis, Dale Adrian, William Donald Grant, James Daniel Couch, Trevor Hanalei Keali`ilanakilaokamalu`okalani Maunakea, Dale `Iolani Kamau`u, Alden Keaolani Levi, Burt Kanamu Ah Leong Akana, Lehua Kalima, Angela Fernandez, Nalani Jenkins, Butch Kauihimalaihi Helemano, Christopher Kaiali`ili`i Kamaka, Louis Robert "Moon" Kauakahi, Jay Matahiapo Kauka, Jerome Kaleolani Koko, John Kapualani Koko, Joseph Laikono Nu`uanu, Abraham Kapono Nu`uanu, Robert Kalani "Chookie" Perez, Durwin Alika Odom, Rene Paulo & Akemi; Rene Irenyo Paulo, Jr; Michael Paulo; Charlene Paulo; Bill Ka`iwa.....

Favorite Personalities: Movie; Recording Artists; etc.: Patricia Louise Holte - aka Patti LaBelle (1944), John Royce Mathis, Andrea Bocelli, Sam Harris, Edward Montgomery Clift; Alexander Rhae Baldwin III; Barbara Strisand; Mae West; Lynn Redgrave; Glenda Jackson; Richard Chamberlain.....

I did record album covers for: Da Nu`uanu Brothers - Joseph Laikono Nu`uanu (1948- ), Abraham Kapono Nu`uanu (1951- ), Robert Kalani "Chookie" Perez, (1952- ) and Samuel William Kihewa, (1952- ) (One In A Million, You), Dennis Duli Pavao (1951-2002) (Ka Leo Ki`eki`e), Makaha Sons of Ni`ihau - Louis Robert "Moon" Kauakahi (1955- ), Israel Ka`anoi Kamakawiwo`ole (1959- ), Jerome Kaleolani Koko (1955- ), John Kapualani Koko, (1960- ) (Ho`ola - The album Ho`ola turned out to be very special indeed winning the prestigious Album of the Year, Traditional Album of the Year, and for the Sons the Group of the Year honors. Ho`ola Lahui Hawai`i was named best Hawaiian song.]), Na Leo Pilimehana - Lehua Kalima, Angela Fernandez, Nalani Jenkins (Local Boys), Elaine Haimakaokalani (Ako) Spencer (Island Serenade), Kawaiola - Trevor Hanalei Keali`ilanakilaokamalu`okalani Maunakea (1969- ), Dale `Iolani Kamau`u (1969- ), Alden Keaolani Levi (1969- ), Burt Kanamu Ah Leong Akana (1968- ), (Ho`oheno I Ka Pu`uwai), Butch Kauihimalaihi Helemano, (1950- ) (Sugar & Spice), Warren Johnson (Time & Time). also Lopaka "Paka" Bravin ......

The album of which I am most proud is that of Ka Leo Ki`eki`e with Dennis Duli Pavao. I first met Dennis when I was work a part time job at the Opus One night club while working for Rene and Akemi Paulo. He was invited up on stage - he began to sing and I fell in love with his voice and soon with the man. He was such a gentle man with a kind heart and so laid back. At that time he was with the group Hui `Ohana performing with his cousins Ledward and Nedward Ka`apana.

Part Time Work: Rollerworld; AlaWorld Travel, etc. Ke Kula Maka`i - volunteer things - leis, genealogy, etc.

Visiting Uncle Bert and Aunt Loie's farm in Lakeville - two holer; made ice cream, etc.

I credit my return to church to my friend Benjamin Cross. 29 Jan 2006 was my day of Salvation and I've made Jesus my choice! My counselor was Brother Thomas Tolbert, my sponsor, Rudolph Johnson. Afterwards I joined the church led by Pastor, Doctor Wayne Ernest Anderson.

I had total knee replacement (left) surgery on 8 May 2008 performed by an excellent surgeon, Doctor Gary Yoshito Okamura.

Genealogy Memberships

New England Historic Genealogical Society #264707 2012 - now it's e-mail & membership #

National Society of the Sons of the American Revolution (Daniel Souther) #141601 2008!
Hawai`i Society of the Sons of the American Revolution (Daniel Souther)#336 2008!

National Society of Mayflower Descendants (Bradford) #61,587 - 05/09/95! 96!
Massachusetts Society of Mayflower Descendants (Bradford) #9714 - 05/09/95!

Guild of Colonial Artisans and Tradesmen 1607-1783, (Life Member) #G-269 - Joseph Sowther (Cooper) Richard Dennis Souther 2010

Honolulu County Genealogical Society (Life Member) - Founder, Past President, Newsletter Editor
(Formerly - ROOTS User Group - RUG / Formerly Sandwich Islands Genealogical Society [SIGS])

Elder William Brewster Society #772 - 3 year membership will expire September 2013

Thomas Rogers Society, Inc. - (Life Member) - 735AL - (Honorary)

National Genealogical Society #992135
Scituate Historical Society
Eastham Historical Society
Quincy Historical Society
Alden Kindred of America, Inc.
Cape Cod Genealogical Society
Clan Grant Society, USA, Inc. #1219 [Hawai`i Commissioner] 2008
Scottish-American Military Society - 2008
Caledonian Society of Hawai`i - 2008

HGEA Membership #201972605

Wellfleet Police Department Dispatcher #4 (Log in #267)


Started working at Guardian Life on 25 Sep 1995.

Notable Cousins

Brewster, William, Elder, Mayflower Passenger
Burroughs, Edgar Rice, Creator of Tarzan
Bush, George Herbert Walker, 41st President
Bush, George Walker, 43rd President
Coolidge, John Calvin, Jr., 30th President
Crosby, Harry Lillis "Bing", Singer, Movie Star
Disney, Walt Elias
Eastman, George, founder of Eastman Kodak
Ford, Gerald Rudolph, Jr., 38th President aka Leslie Lynch KING, Sr.
Grant, Ulysses Simpson, 18th President
Hancock, John, Patriot, & 1st Signer of the Declaration of Independence
Hawthorne, Nathaniel, Jr., Novelist
Hopkins, Stephen, Mayflower Passenger
Howe, Julia Ward, suffragette, author of "Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Lincoln, Abraham, 16th President
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, Poet
Morse, Samuel Finley Breese, Morse Code
Mullins, William, Mayflower Passenger
Otis, Elisha Graves, pioneer of the Otis Elevator
Pierce, Franklin, 14th President
Quayle, James Danforth, Vice President
Remington, Eliphalet, Jr. & son Philo, Arms Manufacturers
Roosevelt, Franklin Delano, 32nd President
Shepard, Alan Bartlett, Jr., Astronaut (Walked on the Moon)
Souther, John David, Singer, Song Writer, Actor
Standish, Myles, Mayflower Passenger
Taft, William Howard, 27th President
Taylor, Zachary, 12th President
Wallace, William - Scotsman
Warren, Richard, Mayflower Passenger
Whittier, Thomas Greenleaf, Poet
Williams, Thomas Lanier "Tennessee", premier American Playwright
Wright, Orville, Airlines
Wright, Wilbur, Airlines

Related to others in the family:

Chase, Cornelius Crane "Chevy", Actor, Comedian


1987 - Department of Health - ASO - Facilities - Emergency Hire

11/01/1987 - Department of Education - Farrington Adult Education - Position 39072 - Clerk Typist II
06/30/1989 - Department of Education - Farrington Adult Education - Position 39072 - Clerk Typist II
05/31/1989 - Department of Hawaiian Home Lands - Staff Services Office - Position 13311 - Clerk Typist II
07/01/1989 - Department of Hawaiian Home Lands - Staff Services Office - Position 13311 - Clerk Typist II
12/01/1989 - Department of Hawaiian Home Lands - Staff Services Office - Position 13311 - Clerk Typist II

01/31/1990 - Department of Health - ASO - Fiscal - Clerk Typist II
07/01/1990 - Department of Health - ASO - Fiscal - Clerk Typist II
07/01/1991 - Department of Health - ASO - Fiscal - Clerk Typist II
07/01/1992 - Department of Health - ASO - Fiscal - Clerk Typist II
01/01/1993 - Department of Health - ASO - Fiscal - Clerk Typist II
05/06/1994 - RESIGNED - Returned to the mainland!

09/18/2001 - Department of Health - ASO - Secretary - SR-13 Emergency Hire / Governor put a freeze on hiring permanent
(Received Accountant's Pay working as a Secretary)
(When I went to the mailroom, it was Clerk Typist II
03/18/2002 - Department of Education - Public Charter Schools Program - TAOL

Richard’s education between 1953 and 1965;
Grade 01 - Francis W. Parker Elementary School, North Quincy, Massachusetts - Teacher: ?
Grade 02 - Norwell Public Schools, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Miriam Lincoln
Grade 03 - Norwell Public Schools, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Sylvia Johnson
Grade 04 - Norwell Public Schools, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Katharine Benson
Grade 05 - Norwell Elementary School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Ethel LeMay
Grade 06 - Norwell Elementary School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Ethel M. Sproul
Grade 07 - Norwell Junior High School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Robert W. Edwards
Grade 08 - Norwell Junior High School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Robert F. Crowley
Grade 09 - Norwell High School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: David A. Ryan
Grade 10 - Norwell High School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: Rita E. Smith
English: Bradford Robinson
Speech: Betty Reardon
Biology: David A. Ryan
Business Law & Economics: Joanne F. Molla
Typing I: Joanne F. Molla
Art: Mildred S. Gulliver
Physical Education: Felix J. Dixon
Grade 11 - Norwell High School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: ?
Grade 12 - Norwell High School, Norwell, Massachusetts - Teacher: ? He was educated between September 1953 and June 1959 at Norwell Elementary School, Norwell, Massachusetts; (1st Grade in Quincy Elementary). He was resided between August 1954 and August 1966 at 80 School Street, Norwell, Massachusetts. He was educated between September 1959 and June 1961 at Norwell Junior High School, Norwell, Massachusetts. He was educated between September 1961 and June 1965 at Norwell High School, Norwell, Massachusetts. He was employed between November 1963 and June 1964 at Stonehouse Gardens, Norwell, Massachusetts. He was employed between June 1965 and September 1965 at Sportsman's Park, Hanover, Massachusetts. He was employed between September 1965 and October 1965 at Surrey's Hamburgers, Hanover, Massachusetts. He was educated between September 1965 and December 1965 at School of Practical Arts, Boston, Massachusetts. He was employed between June 1966 and August 1966 at Remick's of Quincy, Quincy, Massachusetts


September 23, 1996 - Dr. Jonathan Kung Ho Han accepted me as his patient!
Very interested in my family history, book, etc.
Born 23 May 1962 in Kentucky!

10/31/96 - Dr. Han called me personally at my home to let me know that my stress test was negative
(which is very good). He wants me to start losing weight and going on a diet. Wants me to come in a
couple weeks to talk to me about some medication and to check my blood pressure again and to
schedule a physical for February.

02/07/97 - Complete physical with Dr. Jonathan Kyung Ho HAN. Gave me a clean bill of health, but recommended I lose some weight and lower my cholesterol.


  1. [S421] CBC:RDS, Births: 1948:141:7.
  2. [S1071] Baptismal Certificate - rds.
  3. [S603] Obituary.

Dorothy Virginia Souther

F, b. 2 April 1926, d. 1 October 1983
Dorothy Virginia Souther
Wedding - 9 Aug 1946 - Quincy, MA
From the collection of: Susan Lee Jerna
     Dorothy Virginia Souther was Artist / Craftsperson. She was born on 2 April 1926 at Quincy, Massachusetts.1 She was the daughter of Herbert Roy Souther and Ruth Agnes Perry. Dorothy Virginia Souther appeared on the census of 7 April 1930 at Terrace Court, Quincy, Massachusetts.2 She was graduated in 1945 at North Quincy High School, North Quincy, Massachusetts. She married Frederick Emil Söderstjerna, son of Carl Edwin Söderstjerna and Annie Sofia Johansen, on 9 August 1946 at Quincy, Massachusetts.3 Her married name was Söderstjerna. Her married name was Jerna. Dorothy Virginia Souther died on 1 October 1983 at Weymouth, Massachusetts, at age 57.4 She was buried at Hanover Centre Cemetery, Hanover, Massachusetts. Dot graduated from North Quincy High School in Jun 1945.

Dot and Freddie were married under the names Frederick Emil Söderstjerna and Dorothy Virginia Söderstjerna. Unhappy with the name, Dot had them legally change it to Jerna in the Probate Court at Dedham, Norfolk, Massachusetts, (#114151) on 2 Jul 1947.

Dot was always a very creative person and after her daughters were in their teens and able to manage doing many things on their own, she decided to put her extra time and creative talents into something worthwhile. Oil painting was a long time desire. Dot won many awards in art shows all over the South Shore and Cape Cod.

A pen and ink sketch, "Scene of North River" that she created was used on the Hanover Arts Festival Program at one of their many shows.

A 23 Oct 1974 - South Shore News reported that "Prominent artist, Dot Jerna opens new Gallery. Reading through Dot Jerna's portfolio, one comes across the names of most of the prestigious artists, art associations and art exhibits in the area.

She has studied with Edward Harrigan of Rockland, Priscilla Sibley of Scituate, Robert Bliss of Cohasset and Sam Evans of Hanover among others.

Dot is also a member of the Onset Bay, Braintree, Rockland and Norwell Art Associations, as well as the Guild for the Advancement of the Arts in Plymouth.

Ms. Jerna's works have been on display at exhibits from the Cape to Boston to Maine and she has won numerous awards at those exhibits. Those awards include first place at the South Shore Arts Center in 1973 and second place at the Hanover Art Festival in 1971.

Her paintings are parts of private collections throughout the world and last year two of her works, "Golden Dawn" and "Autumn Gold" were auctioned by Channel Two.

Now Dot Jerna's works will be on display for area residents at her Lighthouse Gallery at 327 Hanover Street (Route 139) in Hanover."

In the 12 Jun 1980 edition of the Quincy Patriot Ledger, a wonderful article was written about Dot by Katherine Carlisle which really details was loving and sharing person she was:

"HANOVER - "I'm just a kid at heart." Dot Jerna, a Hanover artist, said this with twinkling eyes as she looked around at her work. It is easy to believe.

Twelve years ago, Dot Jerna was leading what anyone would call a "normal," active life, living in her Hanover Street home with her husband Frederick and their two daughters. The she became afflicted with Chron's disease, a progressive, debilitating disease of the digestive system for which there is no cure.

Dot underwent a number of operations. The long recuperation allowed her to take up an old love - handwork.

Before her illness, her handcraft expertise had been in rug hooking and knitting. But she decided to study something that had fascinated her: oil painting.

To her surprise, people started to praise and soon buy her work at craft fairs and shows on the South Shore and on Cape Cod.

"I had never picked up a brush before, so of course I was thrilled," Dot said with a laugh. She also discovered she was talented in other areas and started to design and make small gift items and toys.

Today, she is the owner of the "Lighthouse Gallery," a gift shop that she operates out of her home. She opened the business four years ago when her doctor suggested that she slow down her busy pace and stay home more often.

The sheer amount of handcrafts on display in the gallery is astounding, Dolls, stuffed animals, wall decorations and miniatures fill every available nook and niche in the two rooms that the shop occupies. A large clown doll grins up at visitors from beside a desk.

Two life-size boy and girl dolls stare soberly out from an armchair. Stuffed ponies and dogs and cats line shelves.

In another room, doorstops and shadow boxes, doll furniture and wall plaques cover the walls and counters.

Her ideas, she said, "come so fast I'm thankful that my hands can keep up with them. I think of some many things to make." And she produces so much that she says her biggest obstacle in running the shop is "finding room for everything I make."

She no longer paints often because it has become too much of a strain on her. She works mostly out of her bedroom, which is filled with craft materials and works-in-progress.

Dot's husband Frederick plays an active role in the shop, doing all the necessary woodworking. He makes frames, forms and display cases for Dot's crafts.

Her main interest at this time is dolls. She has designed and made all of those on display in the shop and she said she designs most of them to be washable and "unhurtable." Her biggest selling item is a lucky "kitchen witch" doll and each one, she said, take on a different personality.

Her illness has placed limitation on her. Some days she must remain in bed and greet visitors from her room. And sometimes, she said, "just talking gets me tired and then I have to stop - and I never want to stop."

But Dot has creativity, determination and that "Kid-at-heart" quality on her side. "I can't please everybody all my life, so I've learned I've got to please myself," she said."

Three years later, Dot passed away at South Shore Hospital in Weymouth. She is buried in Hanover Centre Cemetery on Silver Street, not so very far from the old "Lighthouse Gallery". She was described on 23 July 2010 at 55340836.


  1. [S713] VR-Quincy-Transcripts, J-Z (Births).
  2. [S943] 1930-MA, ED 99; Sheet 58, Line 31.
  3. [S251] Town Clerks, MA-DOH-VR, Marriages, 114:457:710 for Dorothy Virginia Souther & Frederick Emil Soderstjerna.
  4. [S718] Bible-Family, of Georgette Ellen PERRY.

Susan Lee Söderstjerna

     Susan Lee Söderstjerna is the daughter of Frederick Emil Söderstjerna and Dorothy Virginia Souther.

Nancy Lorraine Jerna

     Nancy Lorraine Jerna is the daughter of Frederick Emil Söderstjerna and Dorothy Virginia Souther.

Lawrence Robert Russell

     Lawrence Robert Russell is the son of Lawrence Theodore Russell and Theresa Cecilia Ketschke.

Brian Edward Russell

     Brian Edward Russell is the son of Lawrence Robert Russell and Nancy Lorraine Jerna.

Herbert Roy Souther

M, b. 11 May 1902, d. 29 May 1966
Herbert Roy Souther
From the collection of: Susan Lee Jerna
     Herbert Roy Souther was Steam Fitter. He was born on 11 May 1902 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.1 He was the son of Herbert Souther and Emma Gertrude Miller. Herbert Roy Souther was also known as Roy Souther. He appeared on the census of 25 April 1910 at Pearl Street, Weymouth, Massachusetts.2 He appeared on the census of 1920 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.3 He and Ruth Agnes Perry obtained a marriage license on 3 October 1924 at Quincy, Massachusetts.4 Herbert Roy Souther married Ruth Agnes Perry, daughter of Woodward Augustus Perry and Edith May Dow, on 23 October 1924 at Quincy, Massachusetts.5 Herbert Roy Souther appeared on the census of 7 April 1930 at Terrace Court, Quincy, Massachusetts.6 (an unknown value). (an unknown value). He died on 29 May 1966 at Hanover, Massachusetts, at age 64.7 He was buried at Hanover Centre Cemetery, Hanover, Massachusetts. Note: Roy's birth certificate says he was born on 11 May but the family says he was born on the 13th. His death certificate also says he is the son of a Henry Souther, which is incorrect; it was Herbert Souther.

Roy and Ruth were married by Eric I. Lindh, Minister of the Gospel at 118 Presidents Lane, Quincy.

Roy was a steamfitter for the Miles Plumbing and Heating Company in Brockton and was secretary of the Plumbers and Steamfitters Union, Local 276. He had been active in Boy Scouts and Red Cross work for more than 20 years.

Roy died at his home in Hanover on Willow Road. Reverend W. Roscoe Riley of the Hanover Center Congregational Church conducted funeral services at Sparrel Funeral Home in Norwell and he was laid to rest in Hanover Centre Cemetery on 1 June 1966.

The following biography of the Herbert Roy Souther family tells of the trials and tribulations during the 1930's and 1940's.
Recollections of the Thirties and Forties
Jean Lorraine Souther

April 1992

Although born during the Great Depression, I don't remember much of it. My first memories begin at ages 3 to 6. I really don't remember too much before Kindergarten. I know I was born left-handed (as was my father) and was corrected. Throughout my life I have reacted instinctively as a lefty. I bat left-handed in softball and play golf left-handed but have always eaten and written with my right hand. I know I went to Church Nursery School from age 3. I was thrilled graduating in my white cap and gown at age 5. (Probably the beginning of the importance of education and graduations to me)! My mother told me I have always been afraid of animals. If a cat walked through the yard while I was out playing, I would run screaming to the door of the house. (Probably the reason for my love for animals in the wild but a "take it or leave it" attitude towards pets). My first day in Kindergarten was a traumatic experience. At the morning break we were served tomato juice. I'd never had it before and thought they were making me drink blood. I knew blood because I often had nose bleeds. I survived the day with no permanent harm. I can't remember if I drank the juice or not. I think not! I certainly enjoy tomato juice today, however.

I was born in North Weymouth and lived on the hill (Cranch Street, I think) in Quincy, near Quincy Hospital during my early years. I have no memories of these houses. The first home I remember was at 70 Bigelow Street, Quincy. My first memories are of being part of an "extended family" consisting of my parents, Grandmother Perry and my four brothers and sisters. In addition, Aunts and Uncles were at the house often; sometimes for extended periods. I guess it was when things got real tough during the Depression and they needed a place to stay for awhile. My father had a steady job with Cities Service during the worst of the Depression, although at the beginning, he, like many young men at the time, worked for the Works Progress Administration - a Government program to employ young adults during the depression. He remained at Cities Service until the early forties when he was given the opportunity to move to Louisiana with the company. I'm sure if it was Dad's decision, alone, he would have gone. But my mother couldn't see a move (to Louisiana, anyway)! Her best friends (Vi and Harvey Wright and family) did move and stayed with Cities Service. I still correspond with them today. We rented a house at Bigelow Street and lived there throughout my years at elementary school (Coddington School); now Quincy Junior College). It was a six room, two story duplex apartment with a kitchen, dining room and living room (parlor) downstairs, three bedrooms and bath on the second floor and a third story attic with a bedroom fixed up for my brother. My grandmother and older sister shared a bedroom, as did my Mom and Dad and my younger sister and I. It had a boarded up stairway from the second floor to the kitchen which we loved to play in (especially with the glow-in-the-dark Dick Tracy code rings, and Tom Mix badges obtained through radio and ereal promtions). The house was very close to Quincy Square (shopping, banks and three movie houses) and Faxon Park (a forested area with a playground and walking trails). It was about a mile from our school. We had to walk back and forth twice a day. We came home for lunch. Quincy was about a 30 to 40 minute trip from Boston by train or by streetcar and subway. I always got motion sickness and threw up on the streetcar, so I didn't go too often (this was O.K. by me, as I hated shopping then and still do)! My memories of the years at Bigelow St. include:

A wonderful Grandmother who was so nice to everyone. I never heard her say an unkind word about anyone. She did not go to a formal church, but she lived as a Christian. She taught us the Ten Commandments and instilled in us the importance of religion. She listened to radio church services and to all of the gospel singers. She was the one that I remembered taking care of us and she did it well. I do remember that she chased my brother with a broom once. But, only after he had teased her quite a bit! She was an excellent cook and we enjoyed beef pot pies, lamb stews, yeast rolls, apple and blueberry pies and all kinds of cakes and cookies, and preserves. She taught me to cook and iron but never could teach me to sew or knit. She did not have an easy life. Her husband was a drinker and put himself first and his wife and three children last. He died young and left my Grandmother to bring up the children. She had a fourth child that died at 6 months after being born with a cleft pallet. She worked as a housekeeper and in a laundry. I can't recall too many specific details of life with Grandma Perry but I know she had a positive impact on us all and that everyone of us loved her very much.

A strict but loving Mother. Children were not allowed on the Living Room furniture, especially with play clothes on; and jumping on beds were forbidden. She loved dogs and we had one or two dogs as pets all during her lifetime. Unlike children, the dogs were allowed to jump on the furniture and beds! She always wanted the best for her children. We had nice clothes and always new outfits for first day of school and Easter. We didn't have much money in an extended family of seven and eight, but she got our clothes at rummage sales held at Bethany Congregational Church and in Milton (an upper class town next to Quincy). The clothes were of excellent quality because the families that donated them were upper income families. Often the coats would be worn by both me and my younger sister. My mother also walked through Filene's Basement at least once a week and got bargains there. I remember that when I was very young it seemed to me that she treated us like dolls. She would insist that we be changed from play clothes to dress up to go almost anywhere (uptown to Quincy Square, to the library, and to doctors or to visit friends and relatives). I remember thinking she changed our clothes too often and I vowed that when I "grew up" I'd only dress once a day. I still try to stick to this! I remember that my mother worked, at home, from early morning until late at night. She was an excellent housekeeper. In addition, we had a coal furnace to keep going and no automatic hot water for washing clothes or bathing. We had an old washing machine with a ringer which filled from and emptied into the sink. My older sister and brother got their own baths each Saturday, but my younger sister and I often doubled up to save the trips with the teakettle. My mother enjoyed reading, movies and shopping. I guess she did most of this while we were at school. I know that I rarely saw her relaxing; she was usually working around the house. I always hated going shopping and I couldn't sit still at the movies so my mother would keep Barbara out of school to go with her to Boston or to the movies. My mother loved to walk and I remember long stroller rides (and walks as we got older) all through Quincy, Penns Hill and Faxon Park. Both my parents were avid readers (even though each of them only had a formal 8th grade education). My mother took us to Quincy Public Library at a very early age and we obtained a card as soon as we qualified for one. My mother, as well as my father, always read to us at bedtime. My mother was very different from my father. She was very outgoing and talkative, but only with family and close friends. She was not a joiner of groups and belonged to no organizations. She and my Dad would go to the movies, visit friends and have friends in but most activities were done as a family.

A Father who was always there. He knew what we were doing in school and would help us with homework. He read bedtime stories to us. My legs often ached after a hard day at play and he would rub the calves for me so I'd get to sleep. His main chores around the house were starting the coal furnace, plumbing repairs, outdoor heavy work and painting and papering. He often helped with the supper dishes. He could cook, also, but with Grandma PERRY in charge of this neither he nor my mother did too much cooking. As stated above, Dad was very different from my mother. He was quiet at home and around the family. He preferred to have his nose in a newspaper, magazine or book and did not take part in any long family discussions. My mother and Grandmother did most of that. He enjoyed organized groups and was active in both the Red Cross and his union organization. Neither he or my mother drank alcoholic beverages. We were all brought up as teetotalers. I remember that none of us wanted to walk anywhere near a barroom! My father worked hard to support the extended family.

An older sister (by five years) Dot, who always sought attention. I remember her taking my brother, sister and I to the movies on Saturdays. Without fail she would do something to call attention to us. Needless to say, we didn't enjoy going places with her and went on our own as soon as my brother was old enough. I remember that she did not like to be outdoors. That is probably why I don't remember playing with her too much. She spent a lot of time indoors with my Grandmother doing sewing, knitting and other hand crafts. She was always good to all of us, though: she was never mean. As she grew older she was famous for insisting on having her share - whether she wanted it or not. Many a dessert or fruit rotted in her closet or dresser! Again, she didn't do this to be mean or spiteful; it was her way of getting attention and, too, she would often trade the item to get out of doing dishes, or other assigned chores). Always, once she began something new, she became obsessed and would do little else. She played Chopin's Polonaise on the piano over and over and over. We got a little sick of it! She got a "Beanie" when they came into style and wore it constantly. . .even at the supper table. She was very intelligent and set a good example, as a student, for Barbara and I. She got honor grades all through school. She, like my brother Dick, never enjoyed organized groups. Dot preferred to spend her liesure time at home with my Grandmother. Leisure time outsie of the home was spent with one close friend at a time. She did not do many things with a group of friends, nor did she invite my sister or I to join her! She rarely joined my sister and I with our friends. I guess that five years difference in age is too much to be real close in childhood.

An older brother (by 3 years) Dick, who bothe Barbara and I spent a lot of time with. When we went to the playground, he was with us. He would usually push me down the bamboo slide because I was afraid after I'd climbed to the top. He went sledding and ice skating with us. We played soldiers with him and watched him make model airplanes. This was always fun because we would be in the attic way away from prying adult eyes. At Christmas it was Dick who would lead us in finding hidden presents (usually after Dot had told us what we were getting!). Dick was not a good student and did not like school too much. He was intelligent and did very well learning on his own - to do things he really wanted to do. He was an excellent "trader". From his youngest years (to the present!), he enjoyed trading one thing for another (such as marbles, comic books, toys, and radios). He traded with other boys in the neighborhood. I can also remember going with him on his long paper route through Faxon Park and on up Penns Hill. Often, he pulled his cart with Barbara and me sitting on top of all his newspapers. I remember that he brought us a lot of treats. He would go to the back door of the local donut shop and buy a big bag of day old donuts or to Quincy Market and buy (or be given) big bags of the crushed milk chocolate that they got when they cleaned out the candy case. Dick was the "hero" big brother that we looked up to.

A little sister (by 2 years) Barbara. We were always close. I can't remember living before she arrived (or our real early years for that matter). My mother dressed us alike (usually the same design with Barbara in pink or red and me in blue). We played together and with Dick. We loved the outdoors. We were indoors playing soldiers, or other games only on rainy days. We played dolls some and had our little tea parties, but once I started school our favorite play was school (with me as teacher, of course). I never had good balance and never learned to roller skate. I would pull Barb around on her skates or pull her to keep up with Dick. I did learn to ride a bike (Dad taught us this) and actually was better at that than Barb. She seemed to fear it for some reason. I remember at least one time going with Barb and Dick from Quincy to Grandma Souther's in North Weymouth. The highlight of that trip was biking over Fore River Bridge. Barbara and I seemed to feel and think alike. We enjoyed large groups of friends, each other's friends and organized groups. We were very active in church, youth fellowship, Girl Scouts and Rainbow Girls. These organized groups were not of interest to Dot and Dick. I know I was always protective of Barbara. One vivid memory is of the one time I failed in protecting her. I was in the third grade and Barbara was in the first grade. I had done something in class and the teacher (Miss Costello) tweaked my chin and made me stay after. Barb waited for me. When we left school the crossing guard had left. We had to cross a busy city street. I guess I was upset and didn't check too closely for cars. I walked into the street and said O.K. we can cross. I saw the car coming and said "go back". I went back but Barb didn't and was hit. She was thrown 50 to 100 feet from the school crosswalk to in front of the Court House. She was the in the hospital for a few days, but luckily there was no major damage; not even a broken bone!

An adopted little brother (11 years my junior) Kenny. He came to live with us in 1942 when my mother answered an ad to care for a young baby. All her children were pretty much grown up and she missed caring for us. Kenny (actually Richard Lawrence Mahoney) was very ill when he arrived and my parents paid all his medical bills and nursed him into a healthy, husky baby. My parents (and all of us) grew very attached to him and legally adopted him at age 3 or so. It was a long court battle as he was an Irish-catholic child of an unwed mother. His aunts were Nuns and did not want him to be brought up by a Protestant family. We had a good lawyer and the courts awarded the adoption. Kenny was very intelligent. He talked at 6 months, and walked at 9 months. But he was a handful. He had his mother's rebellion in him. If it was something you should do, he wouldn't do it and vice versa! Because we already had a Richard in the family, we changed his name to Kenneth Richard Lawrence Souther. He liked to use all of these names throughout his life. I was always close to Kenny. We took care of him all the time he was young. When he and I were older, he always sought my advice (on schools) and help (with his political activities). As I said, he was intelligent but was only interested in learning what he wanted to learn. He read encyclopedias and books on politics and religion. He did not do well in school and they knew it was his attitude because he scored high on aptitude tests. He never worked up to his potential in his courses. He went to the Congregational Church School, but when he was a teenager, joined the Episcopal Church. He seriously considered being an Episcopal priest. He was an active young Republican and I remember him working at the Nixon rally at Boston Garden in 1960. He left home at 18 to go to Suffolk University. He wanted to be a labor lawyer. He graduated in June 1965 (the first male member of our immediate family to receive a college education) and died in an auto accident less than a month later.

A dog Tippy. Tippy was a mongrel. He was a small tan dog with long hair. He had the run of the house. Sometimes he came back to the Bigelow Street house very wet from being in the brook that flowed through Quincy and that ran only a few yards away from our house. He was really Dick's dog, but it was my mother who cared for him and fed him. She was really a dog lover.

Overall, my childhood memories at Bigelow Street are very pleasant ones. Meals were happy times with everyone sitting down together. Supper was the time to catch up on everyone's activities of the day. We argued of course, over getting our share of the food, who would clean up, but we really enjoyed each other. We always looked forward to when Aunts and Uncles; especially my mother's brother, Eddie Perry and sister, Georgie and my Grandmother's sister, Grace visited us. They visited not just on the major holidays but also on weekends and birthdays. Often when they visited there would be donuts, cheese and coffee and always lots of discussion of current events and politics. We were Republicans and FDR was not the hero in our house. It was Wilkie and Dewey who got the support of my family. It was fun for us children to just sit and listen to these adult conversations. One really stands out in my mind. It was when the family group really approved of Truman's decision to drop the Atomic bomb on Japan. They felt sorry for the Japanese people, but felt it was the Japanese leaders' fault. They thought we had to do it to save American servicemen's lives.

Our family did not have a car until 1942 when my parents bought a used 1936 Chevrolet Sedan. It was a car owned by "a little old lady" who "never drove it" and it was sold to my mother because she "flirted" with the car salesman. It was a good little car and lasted until cars became available after the war. Before getting the car, we got out for only short rides with Ray and Georgie (we never called them Aunt and Uncle). They would come and drive us to the Howard Johnson's in Blue Hills for ice cream. My favorite ride was in their coupe with a rumble seat. These rides gave me my love for the "fresh air" feel of a convertible (I always enjoyed convertibles and still do at 60 with my Chrysler LeBaron!). Without a car, our early visits to the beach were by street car and bus to Nantasket. These trips involved getting all of us ready (as well as lunch) and catching the street car and buses; changing into swimsuits at the bathhouse, swimming and then changing back into street clothes; visiting the Paragon Park amusement area of Nantasket and then riding back home again. How my parents did this even once with four kids is beyond me; and we went more than once. It showed the commitment of my parents to their children.

What was my health in these early years? Basically good, but also quite allergic. My mother could not put wool anywhere near my skin without my breaking out. I was also allergic to many foods such as orange juice, strawberries, and chocolate. I had a vaccination that I dug and I still have a large scare. I had all of the childhood diseases (Chicken Pox, Measles, Mumps, Whooping Cough). I had a severe convulsion with Whooping Cough, but we lived on Cranch Street near the Quincy Hospital and I got there quickly. I suffered with nose bleeds and ear aches, mastoid infections and motion sickness in trains, street cars, buses and cars. Even the flying horses (merry go round) made me throw up. I had trouble with tired aching legs. All of us went to Dr. Braverman on Elm Street, around the corner from Bigelow Street. My mother also took us into Boston to the Forsythe Dental clinic (5¢ each), Massachusetts General and Children's Hospital out-patient clinic (25¢ each). My Grandma Perry also had home remedies for me: Nutmeg around my neck to stop nose bleeds and pepper on my hands to stop nail biting (they weren't successful). Because of my motion sickness I made only a few long trips to Maine to visit my great Grandma and Grandpa Dow's farm in West Rockport. I enjoyed the visits I made. I remember riding on the hay wagon, using an outhouse (a two holer) and being afraid of the snakes and even the cows! I loved the smell of the farm, though. I like the smell of manure even today. I also enjoyed the home made breads and lobster stew we always had. When I was left at home I usually spent the weekends or weeks with Georgie and Ray. Sometimes Barbara would stay too, but most often I was alone. They were always very nice. We did special things and I enjoyed the visits.

I can't remember too many disappointments when I was young. We were all very happy. I had always wanted a Nun doll and an Aunt Jemima doll, but never received them. I guess Mom thought they weren't appropriate for a white, anglo-saxon protestant. Not receiving the Nun doll was a disappointment. I had friends who told me how wonderful the Nuns at their school were and what good teachers they were. Since I made up my mind to be a teacher, I thought it would be great to be a Nun! If I had been born into a Roman Catholic family, I know I would have become a Nun. I not only loved teaching, but I loved Church School and religious teaching. In the years we lived in Quincy I attended Bethany Congregational Church in Quincy Square from age 3 through grade 12. My parents sent us to Church School and Youth Fellowship and I enjoyed both very much. I sang in the Youth Choir. Even sang a solo once! I remember that I gave a talk, at about age 6 or 7, on the American Bible Society and the sending of Bibles throughout the world. This was the beginning of my commitment to the Mission work of the church. We had many friends from both school and Church School and would visit them as far away as Merrymount and Black's Creek (near the Quincy football stadium). We went to each others birthday and Halloween parties. We exchanged Valentines and May Day baskets. The Sunday School program at Bethany was excellent and I gained a strong basis for my Christian faith through participating in these programs and from observing my Grandmother Perry living this faith!

I have mentioned mostly my mother's relatives but we were close to my Dad's as well. They hardly ever visited us, however. We usually visited them. Almost every Sunday we would go to my Dad's Pratt Avenue, North Weymouth home and visit my Grandmother Souther and my father's sisters Babe (Louise) and Phyllis. After Babe married Ray Freeman they adopted two children (Raymond and Joanne). We had a lot of fun playing with our cousins on these visits. I never knew my grandfathers. Grandfather Perry died in 1926 and Souther in 1936.

In 1943 my parents bought their first home. It was in North Quincy at 37 Tyler Street. It cost $5,500. and was like our Bigelow Street house, a 6 and 6 duplex. It did not have living space in the attic; only storage space. It was in very poor condition; dirty and in need of repair. My parents did the work themselves and we moved in. They rented the other side of the house to a family named Cann, with two older children Garth and Wanda. Garth was a good friend of Dick's and Wanda worked at the "corner store" (Mel's). After they moved away, it was rented to a young mother (Ginny Huntley) whose husband was in the service. They lived there until after the War when my mother evicted them so that my older sister Dot and her husband Freddie could move in. My teen years through age 22 were spent here. It was also the War Years. I went to North Quincy High (grades 7-12) graduating in 1949. The War years didn't impact us too much. We had to draw drapes at night for blackouts, we had a few air-raid drills that were scary, but mostly it was standing in line to get butter, meat and cigarettes (both my parents smoked). Dot and Dick went to North Quincy High also. Dot graduated in 1945 and Dick quit soon after. Barbara and Kenny went to the Francis W. Parker School on Billings Road. After two years finishing grammar school, Barbara went on to North Quincy High and graduated in 1951.

I don't remember much of "playing" during these years (we were getting older). I do remember making igloos with Dick. He would shovel up great mounds of snow, hollow them out and sneak in a candle to alternately melt and freeze the roof until it was really strong. I remember touring the neighborhood for tonic bottles to return for spending money for more tonic, candy or the movies every Friday night. We didn't need too much money to get in. As long as one of us could buy a ticket, we could let others in through the ladies room window! I remember that we liked 12 oz. Pepsi for 5¢; not the mere 8 oz. Coke. We had contests to see who could drink the 12 oz. in the least number of swallows. We had a Victory Club and made cookies to send to the soldiers. We made handmade calendars and sold them around the neighborhood. The money we earned went to buy the Club a dozen Honey Dip donuts and then the rest went for the cookies for the servicemen. These were years that I continued to "protect" my little sister Barb. I know that one day I broke a neighbor's nose (Joe McGillicuddy) because he was teasing her. I guess I didn't know my own strength. It was a pretty tough neighborhood. We were always fighting. The police often came to talk to the kids and advise us not to fight.

When I think back to these things happening in an all white (but different nationalities and religions) lower middle-class neighborhood, it is very easy to understand the violence in the low-income ghettos and cities of the 1980's and 90's. Why even our friends played rough! At age 15, one of my best friends was just fooling around and pushed my head into the drinking fountain at school. It knocked both of my top front teeth out and I had to get a partial plate. By age 18 the wire connections rotted the teeth they were connected to and I had to have a full upper plate. That is an early age for false teeth. Also, I think back to the worst thing I ever did. It was robbing the Francis W. Parker school. I was 12 or 13 and Barbara would have been 10 or 11. Barbara helped the teacher pick up after school and she put things back into the supply closet. The supply closet had an outside window. I don't know what made me think of it, let alone do it; but I told Barb to leave the window open a crack. After everyone left the school, I raised her up to the window and told her to go in and fill a shopping bag with pencils, crayons, paper and construction paper. She did, and then crawled back out and shut the window. We took our "loot" home and had enough material to do our Victory Club calendars and all of both of our school assignments through High School graduation. How did well brought up children do this? Why didn't our parents know? I can't answer this. We didn't have much money and school supplies were hard to get. We probably told our parents we bought them with Victory Club dues. But again, if I did these things in the 40's isn't the behavior of the poor in America, today, understandable? I'm glad my faith assures me God's forgiveness for this!

I also remember how important sports were to me in my teen years. I played softball and basketball in school. From age 15 to 17 I played for a semi-pro softball team; the North Quincy Raiderettes. I was never first string, but I enjoyed pinch hitting (usually bunted) and helping the first stringers by pitching or catching at practice. I did not like playing at other positions. I was afraid of the ball! I was an aggressive guard at basketball. One year the Raiderettes started a Girl's contact football team. I played a few days and put my aggression to work as a tackle, but my Mother would not sign my permission slip and I had to be content to enjoy being only a spectator of football. We had our share of sports heroes from the High School teams (especially Paul McGuiggan, #81, a tight end and my neighbor). We went to all of the football and basketball games, including the Tech Tourney at Boston Garden. North Quincy always lost to Durfee! I was an avid Ted Williams fan (as was my Dad). We listened to all of the games on the radio and we even went to a few to see Ted Williams. I remember attending the shortest game on record - it was a Boston Braves game not the Red Sox.

I know that we were very fortunate during the War years because we had plenty of gas coupons and were able to spend most every weekend taking auto trips to the State Parks and to Wellfleet, Cape Cod. My Dad worked at Bethlehem Steel at Fore River and did Red Cross training. He received extra gas coupons for this, but walked or rode his bike to work. As a result we had all the coupons to use for pleasure. We always went as an entire family and often our friends could come too. These times are very pleasant memories for me, for after the War's end all of these Park's got too crowded to enjoy. I also give a lot of credit to my Mom and Dad for keeping us together as a family. My Dad worked all week and then spent from early morning to late at night, on the weekends, taking us places. He didn't get much leisure time to himself (and the same was true for Mom).

The forties began the work years for all of us. Dick began with his paper routes in Quincy, then ushered at movie theaters and at 15 he got a job in a small engine repair shop in Norfolk Downs. After he quit school, he worked there full time until he went into the Navy.

After Dick went into the Navy, my Grandmother Perry died. It was the first time we experienced death of a loved one. She had been ill for many years with diabetes (had her big toes amputated) and cancer (breast removed). She was missed very much. After all, she had lived with us all our lives. After years of having the cooking done for her, my Mother had to learn to do it all on her own. Dot, Barb and I did babysitting by age 12 or 13. Dot worked in retailing and after High School went to work for the New England Telephone Company. Barb and I cleaned a Beauty Parlor on Saturdays. At 16, I went to work in Filene's Basement and cashiered many a big Fur or Dress Sale mad house. At 16 I would walk through the Basement with 30,000 and 50,000 dollars in my till! Barb worked while in High School. First as a window decorator and then in an insurance office.

Barbara and I continued to attend Bethany Congregational Church in Quincy (both Church School and Youth Fellowship). We tried some local churches but they just didn't measure up to Bethany's programs. My Dad was kind enough to drive us back and forth to Quincy twice every Sunday! We attended Church School through Grade 12. We went to Youth Fellowship. We also joined Rainbow Girls. The same young people were at Church and in Rainbow (and the boy's in DeMolay). This made it easy to find someone to escort us to the Rainbow semi-formal dances. I usually went with Matthew Cushing, the local Bank President's son. His parents would drive us in the family Bentley. My parents didn't have the finances for this lifestyle, but they always gave up things for themselves so we could do more than they ever did! I hope they knew how much we appreciated it!

As I said, Dick joined the Navy very young and got into the end of the War (he was sent to the South Pacific and then to Point Barrow in Alaska). I was a junior or senior in High School when he came home on leave and I remember how thrilled I was when, in his uniform, he walked me to and from school. He was still fulfilling the role of "hero big brother"!

After the war, my father left Fore River and became a union steamfitter (Journeymen Plumbers & Steamfitters AF of L-CIO). He would be assigned by the union Business Agent to major construction projects throughout Eastern Massachusetts. He was Secretary of his local and active in union affairs. He worked pretty steady, but usually lost 5 to 6 weeks a year due to "no work" or "a strike". At these times we ate "strike food": Spam, macaroni and cheese, chipped beef on toast; not the roasts and chickens that we usually enjoyed. Even though he got this time off, it was a stressful time because he never knew when he'd be called back. It wasn't quality leisure time. He never took a vacation. I can't remember that he ever lost a day of work being sick. He worked 5 days a week and spent his weekends doing work around the house, driving us places on outings or chauffeuring Barb and I to church twice every Sunday. He was a dedicated father. He wanted to do all he could for his children. I know, in later years, I had the opportunity to tell him how much we appreciated all he did for us.

My mother and father argued a lot. It was usually about finances. Or it was my Mother saying he wouldn't discuss things, he just stayed buried in reading or listening to the radio. As I said earlier, they were different. They both had a temper. My Dad used Steamfitter language even around us at home. It wasn't so much that he was angry as it was the only way he communicated. But when he did get angry, we heard a lot of swearing. The arguing would be particularly great at stressful times like Christmas and during home repairs. I know that this is the reason that I will not decorate a Christmas tree (I remember saying to myself as a child observing the effort and arguing: I'll never decorate a tree when I grow up!) and that I had my home built entirely of wood paneling (I also remember saying: when I grow up I'm never going to wallpaper or paint!). The holidays were very happy times, too. I know I always enjoyed the real full feeling we got on Thanksgiving and Christmas from all the food we had. I think this is the reason I am such a big eater, today. I love that full feeling. As I said, my parents argued and sometimes seriously. Finances were the major reason for the arguments. My Dad turned over his entire check to my Mom who kept all the records and paid all of the bills. Dad was given a small allowance ($2 to $5 per week) as were each of the kids (25¢ to $1.00 depending on age). Dad had no idea how the rest of his income was spent. I think he thought my mother had plenty and shouldn't complain or ask for more. She thought that there was never enough. Probably they were each a little right. It is the best possible evidence of the fact that both parents need to handle finances together. My Mom did have to have a lot to feed and clothe a family of eight. As I said earlier, she worked hard to get bargains. However, she also insisted on redecorating quite often. As with our clothes, she bought all second hand furniture by watching ads and buying from the upper income families in Merrymount and Milton. These expenses might have been able to be kept lower. She could have given a lot less to the kids. But the kids were so important to both of my parents. They wanted us to have a good life. They stayed together for the sake of the five kids and we did everything together as a family - even after the five of us were grown with our own families. There is a lot to be said about growing up in an extended family with everyone sticking up for everyone else. I'm glad I had the experience!

Dot worked only a few years after High School at the Telephone Company. She always wanted to get married young. She was engaged to two or three others before she met and married Freddie Söderstjerna (we called him "Soda Jerker" and Dot insisted they change their name to Jerna when they got married). Dot was engaged to a childhood friend (Howard Warmington) when he was away in the Army (they later agreed to call it off and he married one of her best friends Dawn Ledbetter). She went with an Austrian. Wolfgang something. He even clicked his heels and bowed! We were glad to see him go! Also, she was engaged to an older man from Maine (Moody ?) and luckily, that didn't pan out. You can see why we took to Freddie and he turned out to be the best for her. When she became ill with Crohn's Disease, Freddie was wonderful to her. He did all the housework and shopping and drove her to the craft shows where she could sell her paintings and crafts such as dolls and jewelry. But this is getting ahead of the forties. In the forties, Dot and Freddie were a young couple just beginning their family. I was still 16 or 17 when they married and had their first child, Susan. My younger brother Kenny was only six. Susan and Kenny were always close. Dot and Freddie moved into the other side of our duplex home and my brother Dick and his wife bought a duplex right across the street (Tyler Street). I told you we were a close family! We enjoyed living close to each other. Dick was able to buy a house right away after the war because he saved all his money while he was in the Navy and earned a lot from the other sailors by "trading his weekend passes for cash". He did not find it easy to find work, however. He had to drive a cab and finally got a job as an auto mechanic at the Quincy Buick dealership (South Shore Buick). Freddie usually had work. He was a machinist. He had been in the Merchant Marine during the war. My brother Dick married Barbara Valli in 1947. It was a whirlwind romance. Dick was home on leave and met Barb at Babe Freeman's house (Barb was boarding there while working at John Hancock in Boston). As I remembered it, they met on Palm Sunday; were engaged on Good Friday and married on Easter Sunday! If not exactly like that, it was close. Dick's oldest son was born in 1948 when he was away in the service. Barb and the baby Dick lived in an apartment in Braintree (or Weymouth; it was close to the line). So through the late forties we still had youngsters around with Kenny only 6-8 years old and Susan (Dot's oldest girl and the first grandchild) was born in June 1947 and Dick (the first grandson) being born in January 1948. Susan and Dickie were close growing up, being only 6 months apart. Dickie spent a lot of time with my mother and Dot and Susan.

During these years we had two Cocker Spaniels: Patsy and Mikey (in honor of our Irish neighbors). They lived for 15 to 17 years. I was afraid of the male, Mikey. I remember one time climbing up onto a chair because I thought he was going to bite me. Someone in the family must have rescued me.

Probably as important as what we did was what we did Not do. To contrast, we did things together as a family. We were in the home reading, playing, talking, arguing, working, eating and listening to the radio (Dick Tracy, The Hornet, Batman, Jack Armstrong, The Shadow, Jack Benny, sports and music). We were read to at a very young age. From observing our parents reading, we learned that knowledge came from reading and that it was important to keep abreast of what was happening in the world. We took trips together outside of the home: for shopping, movies, beach outings, picnics and rides to State Parks, Cape Cod and Maine. We worked together. There were no girls and boys duties. We all did dishes, took out rubbish, shovelled snow and did yard work. There were no favorites. If anything, my mother seemed to favor girls, yet didn't hesitate to adopt a boy after we started to grow up! Things we did not do? We did not eat out at a restaurant in the 30's and 40's (a hot dog, root beer and ice cream was a luxury when away from home). We did not buy a new car every few years (our first car was a '36 purchased in '42 and cars were not manufactured during the war). We bought our first new car after the war in '46 or '47. That began America's love affair with cars. We didn't focus on sex. There was no sex education in school. Our sex education came at about age 12 or 13 and came from our parents. Oh, we had boyfriends from age 8 on or so, but it was certainly an age of childhood innocence. We played postoffice and spin the bottle and we peeked at each other to assure ourselves that boys and girls were different, but that's as far as it went. The age of innocence lasted through High School to age 18. At least for our family! That certainly isn't true today.

In summary, my memories of the thirties and forties are very pleasant ones. There was a lot of loving and caring in the family along with the usual family arguments and recognition (if not full understanding) of differences. These feelings of loving, caring and belonging formed the basis for my happy years from the 1950's through the present (1992).

More Recollections...1950 - 1993
Jean L. Souther

From my recollections of the 1930's and '40's, you learned that I am a member of the "Depression Baby Non-Boom" population group. This has helped me all my life...being part of a small population group. My "Baby Boomer" nieces and nephews and their children may not have it so easy. Instead, they face a more competitive job market; accelerating technological advances; major changes in health care and life expectancies; and a possible decrease in retirement benefits and an increase in retirement age. Time will tell and their future recollections into 2050 and beyond will record their accomplishments!

Before beginning recollections of my forty plus "adult years", I would like to summarize my "growing up years"...1931 to 1949. I grew up in a loving, extended family (Grandmother, father, non-working mother, five children and numerous dogs, cats, fish and turtles). We did everything together as a family: reading, listening to the radio, picnicing, walking, hiking, as well as household and gardening chores. I did mostly outdoor gardening work such as lawn mowing, raking, planting and weeding. None of us did much indoor housework. My mother wanted the house to look perfect and she felt we would not do the housework right. She did it all, including making our beds. We did take turns doing dishes and putting out the garbage and rubbish. Boy or girl, we each took turns. As you can see, there were no "male" or "female" chores. We always ate dinner together as a family. We were a lower-middle-class family. There wasn't much money (depression and pre-world war II economy), but our parents always put the children first. Food was not abundant, but it was nourishing. We had nice clothes (even if second-hand) and dressed up for first day of school and Easter. There was money for music and dancing lessons. We observed Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter with an abundance of food, love and visits from aunts and uncles. I received a strong religious upbringing and attended Bethany Congregational Church (participating in Church School, Choir and Youth Fellowship from age 3 to 18). As a teen, I was a member of the Wollaston Rainbow Assembly for Girls, as was my younger sister Barbara. My religious beliefs were inspired by the example of, and my love for, my Grandmother: Edith May (Dow) Perry. She lived with us and cared for us as we were growing up. She did all the cooking, sewing and ironing for us. She was a true Christian, as well as an excellent homemaker accomplished in sewing, knitting, crocheting and cooking. I also received a solid, well-rounded education from the two schools I attended: Coddington School in Quincy (Grades 1-6) and North Quincy High School (Grades 7-12). The formal schooling I received was supplemented by extensive outside reading. Our parents read a great deal and encouraged us to do likewise. As a result, I received an appreciation of art, literature and science and a strong basic education in History, Geography, Math and English. I had dedicated teachers as well as strong reinforcement from both parents. Both my younger sister and brother and I had the advantage of learning from our older sister and brother. Our family enjoyed good health. I can't remember either my Dad or Mom being sick. My father never missed a day of work due to illness. My grandmother was ill with diabetes and breast cancer and she suffered strokes just prior to her death. We had a family doctor who gave us what inoculations were available (very few) and treated our bumps, bruises, colds and childhood diseases (no inoculation for most of them, then). Our dental and more serious medical needs (ear abscesses, etc.) were met at the Forsythe Dental and Massachusetts General clinics in Boston. Our major entertainment was physical play outside (in all kinds of weather); "school", soldiers, art work and paper dolls inside (only in heavy rain or snow); listening to the radio; reading and attending movies (especially on Saturdays). I always loved sports and played basketball and softball all through high school and attended most of the high school sports events (especially basketball and football games). In our lower-middle-class neighborhood there was no tennis or golf! Growing up, our family took very few trips. We never ate out in restaurants. We did not own a car until 1942. With the car, we visited aunts, uncles, cousins, took trips to Cape Cod, to all the Massachusetts State Parks and a few "long" trips to my Great Grandparent's (Dow) farm in West Rockport, Maine. The economy really boomed during World War II and in the post-war years (1942-1949) and our family began to move up from our lower-middle-class beginnings.

In remembering, and in light of the condition of American society in 1993, we enjoyed a relatively idyllic upbringing. Yes, there was some disfunction with the arguments between our parents, but to their credit, they stayed together and held us all together. In reading these recollections of my forty plus "adult" years, you can see how strong and lasting my upbringing was and how much this, as well as being a "depression baby", aided in my life achievements.

After World War II, cars and houses were what families wanted and took out loans and mortgages for. We rented at Bigelow Street (a 6x6 two family duplex) in Quincy during the first years of my life. In 1943, as the economy improved, my parents bought a two- family 6x6 duplex on Tyler Street in North Quincy (Cost: $5,500). In 1953, after I had been working for a few years, my parents and I purchased a 6 room single-family Cape Cod style home on Hanover Street in Hanover at a cost of $12,300. We sold that home and bought a $23,900 7 room raised-ranch style home on Willow Road in Hanover in 1965. In 1973, my mother and I had my present Eastham 9 room ranch (with a walkout basement) built at a cost of nearly $75,000 (including the fencing for our poodles and the landscaping). The increasing mortgage interest rates over these years were 4%, 4 1/2%, 5 1/2% and 8%.

My parents purchased their first new car in 1946, a Chevrolet sedan. They purchased a new car every three or four years thereafter. I purchased my first car: a new 4-door Forest Green Chevrolet sedan in 1952. I bought a new car every two years thereafter. I sold my '52 to my Dad in 1954 and I purchased my first convertible: an aqua and white Chevrolet. The '52 was my parents' second car used by Dad to commute back and forth to work. Mom learned to drive and drove the newest car (for shopping and visiting my older brother and sister and their families). My Dad drove the '52 Chevy until he purchased a new 1963 Volkswagen "Beetle". By then my mother was driving a Buick. I also began driving Buick convertibles in 1960. After my Dad died in 1966 and through 1973, I used the large travel allowances from Howard Johnson Company to purchase a new car each year (one year was for my Mom, the next for me). After my Mom died in 1974 and I was a struggling Community College professor, I bought fewer cars. Convertibles were not available (except in luxury models) from about 1965 to 1984, so I wasn't motivated to buy. In 1984, when Chrysler began manufacturing convertibles, I bought a red/white interior Dodge 600 convertible. It talked: "a door is ajar", "fasten your seat belt", and "your fuel is low". This turned out to be a fad, but one I liked. I don't understand why they stopped making this feature. I traded this for a 1988 Chrysler LeBaron convertible (white/maroon interior) which I am still driving in 1994. At age 62, it might be my last convertible, so I'm holding on to it! This car has a bright "video arcade" digital instrument panel. This has also turned out to be a fad and cars are now back to "old fashioned" non-digital instrument panels. I love digital! Some comparative costs were: my 1952 Chevrolet $1,800; Dad's 1965 VW $1,665; Mom's 1963 Buick LeSabre $3,890; My 1984 Dodge $14,000; and my 1988 Le Baron $20,000.!

Now, to begin recollections 1949 - 1993. I graduated from High School in 1949. I was a member of the National Honor Society. I was #4 among the Commercial students and #67 overall in a class of nearly 250. I had the opportunity to either begin work for the New England Telephone Company in Boston at $35. per week or for the Howard Johnson Company in Wollaston at $18.75 per week. I remember the starting pay because this was the price of a U.S. Savings Bond at the time! Although I would have liked to go to college, our family had neither the funds to consider it or any understanding of how to do it. However, I received the best advice of my life from my High School accounting teacher, Mr. Jack. First, he advised me to take the job with Howard Johnson Company - "a young fast-growing company with unlimited opportunities for advancement". "You'll be a bookkeeper all your life if you go to the telephone company". I don't know how I would have done at the telephone company, but I know I did well at Ho Jo's. I advanced rapidly and received the same travel and management training opportunities as my male peers! Second, Mr. Jack advised me to go to Bentley School of Accounting and Finance at night. He said I'd received the finest advanced accounting education available. Again, he proved to be correct. I attended an accelerated 3 year program (along with my best, and still long-time, friend from high school: Marilyn McConville and graduated with Honors in June, 1952.

I was only 17 when I began my first full time position at Howard Johnson Company It was a small office of under 50 people with a Treasurer, Controller and Office Manager. I had quite an adjustment to responsible adulthood. In my first five years of work, I experienced fainting spells (even in the subway on my way home from classes at Bentley). The Children's Hospital diagnosed my problem as petite mal epilepsy. I suffered severe migraine headaches. I had my appendix removed, I had pneumonia and suffered from several kidney and bladder infections. I was susceptible to 24 hour grip and the flu. I got the flu for 4 or 5 days about a week after receiving the flu shot each year. In retrospect, I think it was all related to the adjustment to growing up!

At 17, having been raised in a family of teetotalers, I was hardly prepared for the drinking of the older Ho Jo employees. I had tried beer and marijuana at high school parties (available at the Squantum house of a psychiatrist's son), but that was it. I did not like either. I tried cigarette smoking and did not like that. Lucky, having never started to smoke, I never had to give it up. I remember my first weekend away from home (Labor Day 1949). I and three other employees (all over 21) went to a Guest house at Brant Rock in Marshfield. They got me to drink quite a few beers and some highballs on Friday night. I spent the rest of the weekend in bed recuperating. A young man I met Friday night stayed in bed with me (innocently; we only talked!) while my friends enjoyed the beach. But, I didn't learn right away. Peer pressure being what is, I continued to drink too much at parties, on vacations and after Bowling each week. Like most young adults in their late teens and early twenties, I also drank and drove my car. I remember one night missing a cemetery wall by only a few inches. By my mid-twenties, however, I had adjusted to adulthood and although I continued to drink alcoholic beverages, I did so in moderation. In my twenties, my friends and I had wonderful summer vacations in cottages in Hyannis and Orleans. In Hyannis, we would dance and listen to jazz at the Panama Club and the Mill Hill Club. In Orleans, it was at the Southward Inn. We would sun on the beach from early morning to supper time. I now have the pre-cancerous skin growths on my hands and face to prove that this was not healthy behavior.

After starting work, I began to go out to eat in restaurants and to attend plays, musicals and the symphony. Things we did not do growing up. My mother and father began to eat out also. One of our favorite family restaurants was Ma Glockner's in Bellingham. They specialized in fried chicken and melt-in-your-mouth Swedish cinnamon rolls. We waited in many a long line to celebrate Mother's Day and Easter at Ma Glockner's.

It was not just work at Ho Jo's. It was fun. Being a small growing company, everyone knew everyone else (and even everyone else's families). My sister and I were leaders in arranging social events and in decorating the office and office windows at Christmas. We had a bowling and softball league. We had ice skating parties. We held Halloween, Christmas, Valentine's Day and St. Patrick Day parties (any excuse for a party!). We had summer cookouts. Everyone attended these events from the Treasurer to the mail clerks. Mr. Howard Deering Johnson and his Vice-Presidents always attended the Christmas parties. We also participated in intellectual pursuits. For example, in the early sixties we had a "Great Discussions" group studying the Cold War and the need for Atomic Bomb shelters in your yard or home!

The Korean War affected me only because several high school classmates were killed. Another, Richard Stratton, was a North Korean captive for many years. My first to third grade boyfriend, John Granville from Quincy, was also killed in Korea. In the fifties, there was also a lot of Polio. The company really supported the employee victims. Most, like my sister Barbara, recovered, but one co-worker died. My mother had cancer requiring several operations (a hysterectomy and a mastectomy). The company was supportive in allowing time off to visit and care for our loved ones.

I bought the families first television set. A 9" round black and white Zenith in '52 or '53. The Ed Sullivan, Bob Hope, Arthur Godfrey, Lucille Ball and G.E. Theater were our favorite shows. We never missed the Rose Parade and the Bowl Games on New Years Day.

I continued to be interested in sports and because tickets were available through Ho Jo's and through the State Street Bank where my friend Marilyn worked, I was able to attend Red Sox (baseball), Celtics (basketball) and Bruins (hockey) games. I also attended every North Quincy/Quincy Thanksgiving football game through the mid- 60's.

Dad was a steam-fitter, a member of the AF of L - CIO Journeymen, Plumbers and Steam-fitters union. He worked for Miles Plumbing in Brockton after the war. He was Secretary and Business Agent of his local. In the 50's he left Miles to work out of the Boston Union Hall for much higher wages. He worked on major construction projects: hospitals, schools, warehouses, etc. His annual income probably rose from about $5,000. in the early 50's to approximately $18,000. when he died in 1966.

In 1953 we moved to our first new single-family home in Hanover on a one plus acre lot. Hanover was a real small town then (population under 5,000). Our telephone number was "228-Ring four". There was no highway; there were no malls; we even had to travel to Rockland to shop at a Supermarket. My older sister, Dot, moved to Hanover also. She built a Cape style home one lot up from ours! Shortly thereafter my brother Dick and his family moved to Norwell. We remained a close knit family and spent a lot of time together.

After moving to Hanover, I joined the First Congregational Church (transferring my membership from Bethany in Quincy). During my twenty years at the church, I taught Sunday School and served on the Christian Education, Missions and Finance Committees.

In the 50's and into the 60's, the family owned two dogs. They were cocker spaniels. Patsy was a buff colored female. Mike, a black male. They were named "Pat" and "Mike" in honor of many of our Irish friends. They meant a great deal to my parents, but I continued to be afraid of dogs. Mike did nip at me (dogs know when you are afraid). I have been bitten several times and have scars on my left hand and right forehand to prove it!

As a Ho Jo employee, I was able to purchase food from our Brockton plant at a discount. Sample prices: 8 or 9" pies were .55 and .60 cents; ice cream was $1.10 a half-gallon and $2.00 a gallon; 12 oz. packages of frozen Baked Macaroni and Cheese were .33 cents each.

My younger sister, Barbara, also went to work at Ho Jo's after her high school graduation in 1951. My boss asked me if there were "any more at home like me" and I told them there was. In fact, she was smarter! Learning came so easy to her. She got all A's in Accounting in high school and at Bentley with hardly any effort. I got A's too, but I had to work hard to understand and master the material. She also took the three year accelerated course at Bentley. Her studies were interrupted by a bout of Polio. It is important to note here that the March of Dimes covered all of the extensive hospital costs and there was no means test or expectation of re-payment. They are a charitable organization worth supporting! Fortunately, she was in an Iron Lung only a short time and had no paralysis. She fully recovered and graduated from Bentley with Honors in June, 1955. When she came to work for HO JO's, she met Bill Anderson (then working in the Architectural Department) and went with him for many years until their marriage in March, 1959.

In addition to vacations at cottages on Cape Cod each summer with friends from Ho Jo's, I also travelled around the U.S. with them. On one trip, a group of us went to Florida to visit the Miami offices and plant. We went via Niagara Falls and Cleveland, Ohio! We wanted to meet the Ohio restaurant managers we talked with on the telephone. On this trip there were five of us. We stopped at a West Virginia motel. The man at the desk asked if we didn't want five separate rooms. He and a few other "good 'ole boys" would entertain each of us. We said "No thanks" and took two rooms! Girls had to be careful travelling. On that same trip, we were stopped for speeding in Ohio. The officer wanted to fine us $50. We were heading for Miami, but we told him we were on our way home and had no money. He let us go!

I made one two week trip to Florida with my Mom, Dad and brother Kenny (he was 12 or 13). It was the only vacation my Dad ever had. It was a great trip; we spent time in Daytona Beach, Miami and the Everglades. We visited Silver Springs and Cypress Gardens (the major Florida attractions at the time).

I advanced quickly at Ho Jo's. From the mid-fifties, I travelled all over the U. S. at the company's expense. Many of my trips took me to New York City. The NY office always had Broadway tickets available. If you were in the city on business, you just called the office and they sent the tickets over to your hotel. I had sixth row orchestra seats to such hits as Cactus Flower, On A Clear Day, Sound of Music, Camelot and My Fair Lady. I made these business trips to audit and to install new systems. I also attended the conventions of the two professional organizations I belonged to: the Association for Systems Management and the American Society of Women Accountants. On these trips, I would seek out local churches and attend. In New York City, I would walk over 50 blocks to listen to Norman Vincent Peale. Once in St. Louis, I walked several blocks to a Congregational church. Talking with members at coffee hour an elderly woman said it was not safe to walk and insisted I ride with her back to the hotel. She (and her chauffeur) gave me a tour of St. Louis.

I held management positions and worked 50 and 60 hour work weeks. In addition I took college courses at night school. After graduating from Bentley, I attended Northeastern University (car pooled with two male co-workers). I received the Kappa Tau Phi Sorority scholarship award in 1959. I was "Woman Student of the Month" in May, 1960. I received my B.B.A. degree in June, 1960 with High Honors. I missed being the first student, in many years, to graduate with Highest Honors because of my B in Oral Communication! I was the first member of my family (in anyone's memory) to receive a college degree. I celebrated my graduation with a six week trip across country and back. It was a wonderful trip, but once you do it, you don't consider doing it again too soon! There is so much to see, but so many miles to cover in between. Grand Canyon was the highlight. It is so breath-taking and inspirational. Driving through Oklahoma and the Texas panhandle were the least enjoyable. Long boring flat lands with few trees and only the tumbling tumbleweed to break up the monotony. California was disappointing. The beaches were not as pretty as Cape Cod's great Outer Beach (at least not to me!).

I had many other enjoyable trips in the 60's. Weekends in North Woodstock, NH at the Old Colony Ski lodge with my friend, Marilyn. Marilyn and I also went to the 1964 New York World's Fair. We received "VIP" entry to all the exhibits courtesy of our North Quincy High School classmate: Pat Downey. She was a hostess at the New England Pavilion. I took several trips with my Mom and younger brother and with my nieces and nephews: Lake Placid and Thousand Islands, NY; Vermont; Mystic Seaport; Cooperstown. I attended the 1967 Montreal Exposition with Dot's daughter Nancy and Barbara's son, Paul. I went to Shenandoah National Park with Paul and Dick's son Lawrence "Brother". I toured through the state of Michigan with my Mom (combination business trip and vacation).

In the 60's, I purchased a 4 room cottage in Wellfleet (Cost: $5,500; with $500. down and a 6% mortgage requiring payments of $50. per month). We spent many happy hours there. Usually with my Mom, sister Barbara and her three children: Paul, Gail and Mark and our two poodles (Mom always like to have two dogs!). I kept the cottage heated all year (floor gas furnace), so we had winter weekends there as well as weekends and vacations in the summer. We went to the beach every day (ocean, bay and Long Pond). We hiked a great deal. It was possible to walk West from the cottage to the Bay (through Audubon property) and East to the ocean (through the National Seashore). We also hiked other Seashore Trails and Great Island. The fresh air, peace and quiet were much appreciated by me (working 50-60 hour work weeks and now attending Northeastern's MBA program one night a week).

My parents and I moved about a mile away to the 7 room raised- ranch on Willow Road in Hanover in 1965. My younger brother Kenny was away attending Suffolk University in Boston. He graduated from Suffolk in Jun 1965. He was the first male member of our immediate family to earn a college degree. Unfortunately, he died on 18 Jul 1965. He was hitchhiking from his Law School entrance exams at Boston College (he wanted to be a Labor lawyer/politician). He got in with a drunk driver. It was raining and the car skidded on Storrow Drive. Kenny was thrown through the windshield, hit a sign and suffered massive head injuries. The accident was at 4 pm on the 17th; he died 3:40 am on the 18th. He was living on his own in Boston so his body was not identified by my Dad until several days later (he never carried ID). After friends missed him at work (at Boston City Hospital) and were advised of an unidentified accident victim in the morgue, they identified him and called my Dad to make the official ID. My mother, my sister Barbara and her family and I were at the cottage. I had woken up on the 18th after midnight because I could hear Kenny calling "Help!" "Help!". It must have been ESP. I was very close to Kenny when he was growing up. We went out to the Hanover High School field to view Sputnik; we campaigned for Richard Milhouse Nixon in 1960 (he lost to John Fitzjerald Kennedy). We ushered for his big political rally at Boston Garden. We would discuss work, school and religion. Kenny transferred from the Congregational to the Episcopal church in his teens. He even considered going into the Episcopal priesthood. We discussed what college he should attend. On the day he was killed, I phoned him to be sure he awoke in time to get to his law exams. We had a code. I let the phone ring five times and hung up. I didn't speak to him. I often wonder what his life would have been like and how it would have impacted all of ours if he had lived. Dot's oldest daughter, Susan, met Kenny's best friend at the funeral. They went on to attend the University of Massachusetts, at Amherst together and were married in 1968! Bill is a self-employed lawyer (mainly advocacy work) and Susan teaches computer courses for Fisher College and operates her own computer services business.

My Dad died in Jun 1966 (almost a year after Kenny) at the age of 63. He, who had never missed a day of work, died of a heart attack (the first one we knew him to have). He didn't get a chance to retire and collect his Social Security and, from discussions with him, I know he was looking forward to retirement. At the time of his death, my Mom and I were vacationing with my nephew, Paul, at the National Parks out West (Grand Tetons, Yellowstone, Sequoia and Yosemite) and at Disneyland. The family called us, but we did not return for the funeral. I don't know if my Dad suspected or knew that he had a heart problem. But, before we left, he told me to have a wonderful trip and, even if he got sick, we shouldn't cut our trip short. We wouldn't be able to help him, he said, and he would feel bad if he caused us to interrupt the trip. As I've said before, he was one great Dad!

I remember many a happy hour watching sports (usually Football) on TV with my Dad on Sundays. I would also be doing my ironing (before all the wash and wear fabrics). We would talk about what we did during the week. We would discuss unions. As a member of Ho Jo management, I was against them. Dad, of course, was for them. He acknowledged that he received the same pay (and he worked hard) as another union member who might not work too hard. He still thought he was a lot better off than if there were no union.

With the family still living close, we continued our weekly and holiday family gatherings. This enabled me to be close to Dick, Dot and Barb's children. Dick was a policeman in Norwell. He purchased a boat in the late 60's. The Eagle (approximately a 35 foot cabin cruiser) and later, the Evonne G. (a 70-75 foot twin-diesel engine yacht; circa 1930's). My niece Gail and I, joined Dick and his family as they brought the Evonne G from Onset through the Cape Cod Canal and on down to the Wellfleet Pier. He had suffered a heart attack and had to leave the Norwell Police Force. He sold his home, bought the boat and docked it year round at the Wellfleet Pier. His wife Barb went to work. His oldest son had joined the Navy, so only the three youngest had to live and go to school from the Pier.

In the late 60's and early 70's Dot became ill with Crohn's disease. Freddie always worked nights, so he was a big help to her during the day (doing the shopping and housework). Dot never got over wanting attention, but we were all much closer to her once we grew up. The five years difference in our ages melted away once we became adults. Dot was very kind like my Grandmother Perry. She did all my sewing and I did her income taxes. She began taking art lessons and did oil paintings. Her paintings sold well and are owned throughout the United States and Europe. My home is decorated with several. She also did all kinds of craft work. She attended arts and crafts shows to sell her paintings and crafts. She even converted her Hanover home to a shop, "Lighthouse Gallery". She was so taken up with her arts and crafts that the severity of her illness never got her down. And it was a very debilitating disease. She, like both my parents, smoked heavily. She wouldn't give it up. She spent most of her days indoors in a smoke filled room painting and doing her crafts. I would get a tremendous headache after only ten or fifteen minutes visiting with her. (I am allergic to cigarette smoke). Dot had two daughters. I was close to both of them. Susan was a Drum Majorette at Hanover High School and we watched her perform at football games and in local parades. I counselled Susan on applying to and entering the University of Massachusetts at Amherst and later when she went to Bentley for her Masters. In college, Susan sang and played the guitar. She sang folk music: Blowin In the Wind and Johnny We Hardly Knew Ye. Nancy did lip sync to music and won a teen contest doing a popular song at the time. I think it was called Valley Girl. I took Nancy to Paris, Amsterdam and London for her high school graduation in 1973. We had a wonderful trip. Nancy walked all around the cities (usually from early morning to midnight). She wasn't used to that much walking, but the strange and new sights took her mind off the walking! We also toured the Holland countryside with its dikes, windmills and tulip fields. Another of my childhood dreams realized. I was able to see the actual places described in so many of the books I had read of Holland!

I received my MBA degree from Northeastern University in 1968. By then, I had advanced to Assistant to Controller at Ho Jo's. I went from bookkeeper in 1949 to auditor, to New England Division Accounting Manager, to Systems Manager, to Assistant to Controller. I had worked nearly twenty years. Most all of that time I worked 55- 60 hour work weeks and attended evening school. I also did Public Accounting on the side and served my church and local town government.

The 1960's and 1970's were tumultuous times: the heating up of the Cold War; the President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Dr. Martin Luther King and Senator Robert Fitzgerald Kennedy assassinations; the Hippie Movement; America landing on the Moon and the Vietnam War. These events did not have a direct impact on our family. I was very busy accomplishing things in my life and noted these events as tragic, happy or merely as historical events. The Vietnam War did have a significant impact on my nephew Paul, who watched the ugliness of this war on the nightly television news. His poem, written when he was 12 or 13 years old was published in Young America Sings, National Poetry Press, Los Angeles, Ca. 1973. His poem:


Is it just fighting, or is it men?
Men competing for a goal.
If so, what is that goal?
Is it victory or is it peace?
Is it life or another's death?
Is it glory or it is taking
that cataclysmic step toward agony?
But is it all that or is it fighting?
What is War?

In the early 70's I was beginning to think about leaving Ho Jo's to go into teaching. The Community College system, in Massachusetts, began in 1960. It required only that Professors have a Masters and experience in their field. I only wanted to teach at Cape Cod Community College, so I could move to the Cape to live and enjoy my summers at the beach! I applied to teach at Cape Cod and was asked how did I know I would like teaching and/or would be good at it? I told them I had always wanted to be a teacher. I told them I'd try it by teaching evening school. I did teach one night a week for a few semesters, commuting from Hanover. I did enjoy it and received excellent student evaluations. In 1973, I received a full time appointment as Professor of Accounting and Management. After nearly 25 years (June, 1949 to August, 1973), I left Howard Johnson Company. I took a huge cut in pay to go into teaching (started at $14,000. a year). Knowing I was going to begin teaching in the Fall of 1973, I sold the cottage in July (for around $21,000.), but I made a stipulation to pass papers in September (after Labor Day!). I had bought my lot in Eastham (on Mill Pond or Muddy Pond depending on what map you look at) in 1970, and began building my new home in August, 1973. It was completed in January, 1974. I commuted to the college from Hanover during the Fall semester. I had not sold my home in Hanover at Thanksgiving, but right after that we had a buyer and I had passed papers by Christmas. In January, I had all the needed funds to pay for the new home less my mortgage. It sure was close, and I was really sweating it out at Thanksgiving time! Like my decision to go to Howard Johnson Company in 1949, my decision to leave in 1973 and go into teaching, was an excellent and perfectly timed one. Shortly thereafter, Howard B. Johnson (the founder's son) sold the company to a big British conglomerate. They held it only a few years and sold out to Marriott Corporation. I would have been out of work in my mid-forties and would have found it pretty difficult to get another such high paying position. By going into teaching, I became an employee of the State. My wages gradually increased and I was able to accrue 18 years of pension benefits! Ho Jo's had no pension benefit.

In the early 70's my brother Dick had another heart attack and had to sell his boat. I went to New Hampshire with my sister-in-law Barb to purchase a large mobile home (which was not mobile). They set it up permanently on a lot they purchased on Spring Brook Road, Wellfleet (one lot away from my summer cottage). They live there still. My older brother and sister were very fortunate in choosing their mates. Dot had Freddie who by doing all the shopping, cooking and cleaning took excellent care of her after she contacted Crohn's disease. Dick had Barb who worked as a waitress and later at the Barnstable Second District Court in Orleans to provide the family income. Dick supplemented their income by selling his model ships and paintings. Both my older brother and sister were very artistic. I can't draw a straight line with a ruler! Their children and grand children are also very artistic.

After teaching a full year at Cape Cod, all those conversations with my Dad about unions came back to me. Even though he gave something up (as a good worker receiving the same pay as a less ambitious worker) he at least received a fair wage and was treated the same as everyone else. At the non-unionized college, all of the pay was impacted by favoritism; policies were applied arbitrarily and workloads were "what a human could bear". I saw immediately that we needed a union. In the Spring of 1974, I joined four or five other professors and worked hard to bring in the MTA-NEA. We became unionized. The pay slowly improved; the workloads became lighter; and the policies were standardized. I would not have done as well in my 18 years at the College without the union. My Dad was right. The unionized community college workload consisted of teaching 12 credits (four courses); counseling 35 students; maintaining five office hours and serving on one or two committees. I still worked 55 hour work weeks while college was in session but we had four weeks vacation at Christmas, a Spring break week and summers off. It was like semi- retirement to me. I had achieved my goals of teaching and being semi-retired at age 42!

Upon moving to Eastham, I joined the Federated Church of Orleans (Congregational-UCC). I served on the Christian Education and Finance Committees. I wasn't active in the church during the years I was in my doctoral program, nor during my Aunt's illness.

With a long Christmas break and summers off, I was able to travel extensively in the 1970's. My nephew Dick (Dick's oldest boy) had stayed in Hawai`i after being in the Navy. I visited him in Hawai`i several times. First, with my mother and then with my nieces and nephew Gail and Mark and later with their parents and with friends. Dick is a wonderful host and took us to all the beautiful and remote hiking, birding and swimming areas on O`ahu and on all the outer islands. I rode the mules on Moloka`i with Dick. It is a spectacular and treacherous trip down the cliff into the valley. The mules insist on placing their hoof at the very outer edge of the trail. I did twenty years of praying on the trip down! In the valley, a bull wandered onto our trail right in front of me. I (not an experienced rider) instinctively pulled on the reins and turned the mules head away. Our guide rode up and moved the bull off the trail, telling me I had done just the right thing. After that, the ride back up the cliff was a piece of cake and I enjoyed and photographed the spectacular scenery!

I went to the Bahamas with my friend Marilyn. I went to Denmark with my Mom (Copenhagen and environs). We crossed the North Sea on a ferry to visit the home of Hans Christian Anderson. Mom insisted we take in a Live Sex Show in Copenhagen. It was all kinds of live sex: male and female; male and male; female and female; groups. I guess she wanted to be sure her "old maid" daughter knew the facts of life! I took Dot's daughter Nancy to London, Amsterdam and Paris which I wrote about earlier. I went on a trip to Eastern CANADA and the Cabot Trail with Mom, Barbara, Paul, Gail, Mark and the two poodles: Heidi and Fifi.

My mother died in March 1975 of a heart attack after living on the Cape only a little over a year. She also had diabetes, arthritis and high blood pressure. She seemed to like living on the Cape. On weekends, we went to Hanover to visit Dot or to Boston shopping (stopping to visit Dot on the way home). Mom did all the grocery shopping and cooking. She loved gardening and we did all the landscaping at the new home on our own. I had never lived alone and on my own before. I never had to shop or cook. I never had to care for the two poodles. I didn't think I would like it, but I adjusted. I like living alone. I got into a routine that worked. I got up early, prepared by lunch (I always brown bagged it) and my supper salad and vegetables. When I got home, I just had to cook the vegetables and my meat or fish. My neighbor, Stan Davidson, would let the dogs out around Noon. I got home around 5 or 6 pm.

My health (after those first five years of adjustment to adulthood) was very good. I did have to have my gall bladder removed in 1976. I was very ill. I was in the hospital for 30 days! After my operation, I had a high fever and my lungs collapsed. Finally they had to re-operate to remove the source of the infection. This is when I had my "near death" experience. Before waking up in the recovery room, I felt myself floating. I entered a bright tunnel and glided forward toward a very bright opening. I could see my brother Kenny holding hands with my Mom and skipping through a vast and beautiful field of daisies! I woke up and my Aunt Georgie was holding my hand. Dr. Frederick Duncan, Chief of Surgery at Cape Cod Hospital was my surgeon.

In the early 80's I began a field-based community college doctoral program out of the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. I attended classes part-time. My Uncle Ray and Aunt Georgie (my mother's sister) took care of the two dogs while I went to classes. They had moved to Hyannis upon my Uncle's retirement in the 70's. Classes were held at five community colleges in eastern Massachusetts and we had to attend classes one weekend a semester in Amherst. Five other professors and administrators from the College were in the program with me.

My Uncle Ray died in March, 1981 of prostate cancer. He had been a Teamster and chose the pension that paid the most to him, but left nothing for Georgie when he died. She had only Social Security and could not afford to stay in her home. She sold it and moved to Eastham with me in the Fall of 1981. So again, I had someone to care for the dogs and do the grocery shopping and cooking. She was a big help and a pleasure to live with.

I also travelled in the 80's. More trips to Hawai`i and trips to conventions. I made a trip to New Zealand and Australia with my nephew Dick (with a rest stopover in Hawai`i!). We visited two of his friends from the service: John Segal and his family in Sydney and Philip Watson in Auckland. Visiting and touring with citizens of these countries made the trip much more meaningful. New Zealand is a beautiful country with extensive shores, fields, sheep stations (there are more sheep than people in New Zealand), lakes and mountains. While at Mt. Cook, there was a 5.8 earthquake that knocked my nephew and I out of our beds and shut off the electricity. Very exciting. I took another trip to Paris and Switzerland with a friend from the College: Evelyn Taylor. I really love the city of Paris. Evelyn knew quite a bit of French so we were able to get around readily. Paris has so many beautiful parks; it has the River Seine; it has the Opera House and Notre Dame cathedral. It is a city for someone like me that loves walking. I found it to be a clean city and the people to be friendly (when Nancy and I had visited Paris in 1973, neither of us could speak French. We got around by understanding some words, sign language and the helpfulness of the people). The trip to Switzerland was another childhood dream come true. Ever since reading Heidi (and seeing the movie), I had wanted to hike down a mountain in the Swiss Alps. Evelyn and I hiked down a mountain trail. We even had to seek shelter on a hut porch when a thunder storm came up. No problem. It was lunch time, and we enjoyed our bread, cheese and wine! Hiking down a mountain certainly takes effort. Our shins were sore for days. I guess it was from applying our body brakes as we descended. In January, 1985, I made a college business trip to Disney World in Florida. I was a Cooperative Education coordinator and had to observe co-op students who were working there. I took my Aunt Georgie along and went on to Ft. Lauderdale to visit her friends and stopped at Williamsburg, VA on the way home. I drove my Dodge convertible and in the South the "good 'ole boys" were still whistling - even at 50 and 70 year olds!

I went to Hawai`i with Barbara and Bill Anderson in 1988. Dick was our guide and took us to Waipi`o Valley on the Big Island of Hawai`i. We were staying at one of his friends homes, Kia Fronda,on a taro farm. It was Dick's fortieth birthday and we took food for a Friday celebration and for Saturday. It began raining hard when we arrived on Friday afternoon and it continued for 3 days. His friend was unable to join us as we had planned. We were marooned there for four days (with only two days food). The valley is accessible only by four-wheel drive down a switchback valley cliff and across a stream. The valley walls become torrential waterfalls in the rain and the small stream a raging river! Luckily, the home had some Spam, crackers, eggs and, of course, the fruit on the trees. We made do, but it was very nerve wracking watching the stream through the farm rise and wondering when the rain would stop. There wasn't much to do. Usually you'd be hiking or riding horseback through the valley. I don't think my brother-in-law Bill wants to return to Hawai`i!

I went on an African Safari to Kenya with a group from Northeastern. Ever since I read African animal stories as a child, I wanted to visit the birthplace of mankind and view the unspoiled natural habitat of the wild animals. I saw more animals than I ever imagined I would and they were so close to us. Lions, Cheetahs, Zebra, Wildebeest, Elephants, Giraffes, Gazelles. We spent hours watching the animal behavior. For example, one evening we were watching a Lioness caring for several cubs. A small cub would grab a stick and run and play with it. A larger cub would chase the other and take it away. Then, an even larger cub would take it away from the second one. It was just like children at play! We watched a Cheetah stalk and then chase a herd of Zebra. The Cheetah was not successful. When she lunged for the Zebra's back, the Zebra kicked her down. The Northeastern group are birders and Africa has many beautiful birds. My favorites are the common Superb Starling and the Lilac-breasted Roller. Everyone in the group (about 15) hit it off well, and I've made several more trips with them. Joy and Al VIOLA are the leaders and they are a great couple, excellent leaders and they have a vast knowledge of birds. In Nairobi, we ate at the Carnivore Restaurant. There we had an opportunity to eat wild game such as rabbit, wildebeest, giraffe and even crocodile. I had a bad experience returning from Africa. When I landed at Logan Airport, I could not hear. When I got home I suffered severe vertigo for a week. My doctors hoped that I had a temporary hearing loss that would return when the vertigo left; but my hearing never returned. I am 100% deaf in my right ear. I had all kinds of blood tests to eliminate syphilis, AIDS, etc; a Cat Scan to eliminate stroke, blood clot or tumor; and a MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging) to eliminate a tumor. All the tests came out negative. The doctors say the hearing loss is a result of a viral infection or the air pressure in the plane. I asked if I should continue to travel or if more extended plane trips would cause loss of hearing in my other ear. The doctors say the chances of this happening are very slim. So I continue to travel.

In 1989 I travelled to Australia with the Northeastern group. In my first trip "down under" with my nephew, we toured all of New Zealand but only Sydney, Canberra and Melbourne in Australia. On my second trip (which was just to Australia with a stopover in Fiji) I toured extensively throughout Eastern Australia. We landed at Brisbane, and went on a tour of the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary where we were allowed to hold a Koala! We then went north to O'Reilly's, a famous accommodation at Lamington National Park; known for its numerous and colorful birds. Here, we walked through the rain forest at ground, mid-and tree-top levels. They had trails, expansion bridges and "fenced in" ladders that allowed you to climb to the very top of the rain forest! It was so beautiful. We hiked the Border Track through the Green Mountains. From there, we went to Sydney and then to Melbourne. We went South and West from Melbourne to Philip Island to see the march of the Fairy Penguins. We saw wild Koalas in the trees on our way. Driving along the coast to Adelaide, we saw beautiful sandstone cliffs and formations. We visited the Grampians National Park and hiked through the Grampian Mountains. We saw many kangaroos and many more beautiful birds and wild flowers. From Adelaide, we flew to Ayers Rock. I climbed part way up the rock (until vertigo set in) and hiked on the trails around it. It is an impressive formation, a large rock rising up from the desert floor; especially at sunset outlined in the red-orange glow! We went from Ayers Rock to Alice Springs in our tour bus. We stopped at a Camel farm and got to ride the camels. You really have to counter-balance your weight as the camel rose to his feet and when he sat down again to let you off. From Alice Springs we flew to Darwin (the "Top End") where we visited Kakadu National Park. We took a boat ride on the Yellow Waters Billabong where we saw large crocodiles and more beautiful water birds. We hiked to and through art and archaeological sites to learn about Aboriginal culture. From Darwin, we flew to Cairns and toured the countryside north of Cairns to Kuranda. We took the scenic Cairns-Kuranda RR back to Cairns over spectacular trestles. From Cairns we went out on the Great Barrier Reef for excellent snorkeling and viewing of the colorful tropical fish and coral formations. I am satisfied that I have seen all the highlights of the Eastern half of the Australian continent. We had the opportunity to eat Kangaroo and "widgety grub" soup! I was also able to again meet Dicks friend, John Segal and his wife in Sydney. We went out to dinner and visited his club one evening. They were impressed that I had seen more of Australia than they have. Travel inside Australia is expensive for Australians. It is much cheaper for them to vacation in Hawai`i, Japan or Europe!

But I did more than travel in the 80's! I taught school full time, ran my Public Accounting practice and studied for my Ed.D. degree. I had a Fall semester sabbatical in 1983 and I spent it at the U Mass - Amherst campus. I carried 16 credits. I roomed with a woman, Diane Jenkins I met through the Congregational church in Amherst. We have been good friends ever since. I came home most weekends. My sister Dot died of a heart attack in October, 1983. I received the call at Diane's and went home to the funeral. Dot was only 57. I miss her very much. We always (Mom and I at first; then Georgie and I) stopped to visit her on our off Cape trips. She did my sewing, made collages of my photographs, gave me her paintings and always had new arts and crafts projects to talk about. In fact, she talked non-stop to catch us up on what the family was doing. She also loved seeing the poodles, Heidi and Fifi. Although her angora Persian cats weren't so happy to see them!

I received my Ed.D. degree from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst in June, 1986. My friends gave me a very nice party at the Squantum Yacht Club to celebrate. I attended night school (or taught) for nearly 25 of my 43 years of working!

One of our two poodles, Heidi, died in 1986. She was 17 years old. Fifi, also lived to be 17 and died in 1988. I miss them and my Aunt Georgie really missed them. But not being a pet lover, I never got another pet. I took care of them only because they were orphans when my Mom died.

My Aunt Georgie was in a major auto accident in the mid-eighties. She had to be operated on for a blood clot on the brain. She came through the operation very well, but beginning then, she began to go downhill. She had high blood pressure and had mini-strokes that led to kidney failure. She was in and out of the hospital. The first two years weren't too bad. She couldn't help as much around the house but she could care for herself. But during the last two years of her life, 1990 & 1991, she was completely dependent on me. I was unable to travel and had to go on a reduced three day schedule at the College. I had to use my own sick days to get the reduced schedule. It was very difficult for me. My sleep was interrupted. I usually awoke at 2, 4 and 6 am. to see to her needs. Near the end, my brother Dick and his wife Barb were a tremendous help and I was able to get a few nights of uninterrupted sleep. Georgie died in July 1991. I would never have made it through those years without the support of my family and without help from Hospice of Cape Cod and Elder Services of Cape Cod. The nursing and home health aide services they provided let me get out of the house for a few hours to do the shopping and to do some exercising.

My health remained excellent. In the late 80's I decided I had to do something to insure good health. I was 55 lbs. overweight which made me a candidate for the heart disease, diabetes and strokes that ran in the family. I joined Weight Watchers and began exercising. I lost the weight and now, five years later, I am still watching my food intake and I exercise at least 12 hours per week, in addition to walking and biking. My exercising consists of Stretch and Tone, aerobics, Free-weights, calisthenics and swimming. I only drink an occasional glass of Lite Beer or wine. I eat many salads and vegetables and fruits. I only have limited portions of meat and fish. I still read and do close work without glasses but have had to have glasses for distance since the 1950's. My left eye is particularly weak. The health of all my parent's children and grand children, excepting Dot and Dick with heart problems, has been very good. So far, none have contracted cancer, diabetes, heart trouble or high blood pressure. Hopefully, this is due to changes in lifestyle and will hold true for future generations.

I received the Professor Emeritus Award from Cape Cod Community College in June 1991 and retired 31 August 1991. I again began to travel. In 1991, I made a return trip to Kenya with the Northeastern group. This trip was a tenting-safari and included a stay at the Lewa Downs ranch. We were allowed to hike and ride horseback on the ranch because they had all the African wildlife except the cats. It was safe to be outside a safari vehicle. It was possible to get even closer to the giraffes, gazelles and zebras! We toured to Lake Bogoria to see thousands of Flamingos. We stayed on the Island Camp on Lake Boringo. Here we had a scorpion on the shower curtain! We observed Hippos and the immense Goliath Heron. We went North and had the opportunity to visit members of the remote Pokot tribe. The highlight of my first trip to Kenya was the dawn balloon ride over the migrating herds on the Masai Mara. This trip it was going to Lake Victoria (the source of the Nile I had read so many books about). I caught the largest fish in our group - a 35 lb. Nile Perch. We took it back to camp and ate it for our supper. Sleeping in the tents on the Masai Mara made it possible to hear the chatter of the monkeys and the roar of the lions at night! On the Mara, we had the privilege of observing a Thompson's Gazelle give birth. It was only 45 minutes from the time she started giving birth to when the new fawn trotted away after her!

I made a second trip to Alaska with my friend Alice, my first trip was with Alice and Helen Queenan and my nephew Mark. We took the inland waterway ferry and explored all the way up into the Yukon territory, Glacier Bay National Park, Mt. McKinley National Park and Anchorage. The second trip focused on a tour of the Kenai Peninsula. We took the all day cruise at Kenai Fjords National Park and an all day raft ride down the Kenai River, with some white-water. There were plenty of moose. We also spent three rainy days on Kodiak Island where we saw no bears but many eagles, sea otter and even wild ponies. The scenery, wildlife and birds in Alaska are just spectacular.

I have taken several Audubon trips in the U.S., Hawk Mountain, PA; Cape May and the Brigantine Coast of NJ; Okefenokee Swamp, GA; Seal Island, ME. I also went with the Audubon to the Galapagos Islands and the Ecuadorian Amazon in 1993. The Galapagos are very beautiful and unspoiled. Again, you can see the animals and birds up very close; Sea Lions, Seals, Lizards, Turtles, Penguins, Hawks, Red-footed, Blue-footed and Masked Boobies, Frigate birds, etc. The hiking was very strenuous with much of it climbing up and down over rough terrain. The beautiful scenery and the chance to see a rare land turtle in the wild, made it all worthwhile! The snorkeling in the island coves was super. You are floating above sting rays, along with sharks and brightly colored tropical fish, with sea lions and penguins swimming next to you! To me, this was heaven. The trip to the Amazon jungle of Ecuador was memorable. We travelled by power dugout canoe for several hours, then hiked along a jungle trail for 30 minutes to where we got on a paddle dugout canoe for a twenty minute trip to our jungle lodge. We explored jungle trails on foot and on the rivers and lakes by canoe. We observed many birds, monkeys and snakes. It felt like I imagined Vietnam to be (without the danger) as the jungle trail was the "highway" used by the native indians and went on for miles along the edge of the river.

I am scheduled to go to Trinidad and Tobago with the Audubon in February, 1994. I have already agreed to a trip with the Northeastern group in January, 1995 to Antarctica! I've been to the top of the world, Alaskan Artic, and now I want to go to the bottom of the world.

As you can see, many of my trips were birding trips and one of the many "undone" items on my "To Do" list is to begin compiling a Life Bird list! Before I do that, I have five years of photos and slides to organize!

Even though I am now retired, I never get done all I want to do. I still have my Public Accounting practice, my exercising, maintaining my home with extensive gardening and yard work, birding and volunteer work. I am President of the Friends of the Cape Cod National Seashore; I do volunteer trail work at the Audubon Society in Wellfleet; I am on the Town Council of Aging Board; I serve on the Nauset Regional High School Council established by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts to further educational reform; I am active in the Association of Women Accountants and I am active in my church. I am now Vice-Moderator and will assume the duties of Moderator in Jan 1994. It will be busy church years as we are preparing for our 350th anniversary (1646 - 1996).

Now that I have recollected events in my life it is fair to ask what are my major beliefs? First, I am a Christian and try to live as one. I am a Congregationalist and proud of my Pilgrim heritage. What a wonderful world this would be if we all did one thing: Love One Another. Second, I believe in and am a strong supporter of education and lifelong learning. Education has always been important to me. I spent many long years achieving my education. I still take self-improvement courses and plan to become more active in Elder Hostels (combination travel and educational trips). Third, I am a Republican and usually vote for the party candidate. Lastly, I believe in helping one another... whether family, neighbor or distant citizens in other parts of the world.

What am I like? First, I am a very goal oriented person. From my earliest years, I wanted to go to college and become a teacher. I never played house; I played school. Circumstances didn't allow me to go right to college from high school, so I had to plan to accomplish this goal another way. I began with a career in accounting and a part-time accounting education. I went on for my undergraduate and graduate degrees in business. In the early 1960's when community colleges came on the scene, I learned that community college teaching was possible for those with a Masters degree and experience in their field. I set a goal to semi-retire at age 40, teach for twenty years and take full retirement early at age 60. I was able to get a teaching position at age 42 and live on Cape Cod! I called it semi-retirement because I had my summers off. Teaching to me was more physically exhausting than I expected. It was also lonelier than expected. There was a lot less intellectual interchange on the community college campus than I envisioned. However, teaching gave me the opportunity to obtain my doctoral degree, to earn a reasonable living, and to establish deferred compensation plans and to earn state pension funds that made early retirement possible after only 18 years, at age 60! Teaching was a rewarding as I expected. The positive impact you have on the lives of dozens of students is personally rewarding. Second, I am a perfectionist who is critical of self and others. Third, personality traits of my youth remain. I love the outdoors and physical labor. I love animals in the wild but am not a pet lover. I am still afraid of both dogs and cats. I continue to dislike shopping and housework. Clothes and jewelry are not important to me; travel is. Health remains a concern. Based on my family history of cancer, heart disease, diabetes and stroke, I plan to continue with my exercise program for as long as I'm able. I'm very much like both my Mom and Dad. I am a perfectionist with a short fuse like my Mom. I am a quiet person with my nose in a paper, magazine or book, like my Dad. Also like my Dad, I enjoy working through organizations (union, professional, governmental, environmental, religious) to improve our world.

As I have already stated, we were a close, loving family growing up. We stayed that way all the while my parents were alive. My older sister and her husband and my older brother and his wife, as well as my younger sister and her husband and family always lived relatively close. We shared many dinners, holidays, cookouts and weekend trips together all through the years. After both parents died, from 1975 on, it was harder to get all the families together (extended now with grown nieces and nephews and their children). But we still do get quite a few together on special occasions. And, in between times, I am fortunate to live close to my brother and his children and grand children on the Cape; I exchange visits often with his oldest son Richard, in Hawai`i. I receive/exchange visits with my older sister Dot's two daughters and their children. Her daughter Susan visits me on the Cape often to help me set up my computer programs. Susan's children are now grown. Terry has graduated from Stonehill College and is looking forward to attending law school. Tami is a freshman at Mass. School of Art in Boston. Susan's Dad, Freddie, also lives with Susan. Dot's other daughter, Nancy, and her family visited me last summer from Vermont. Nancy's husband, Larry, has embarked on his second career in the Methodist Ministry and is serving two small churches in Northern Vermont. They have one son, Brian. He is a very smart and artistic young man. He was double- promoted to 8th grade and he has won Poster contests. I have always been close to my sister Barbara and her children: Paul, Gail and Mark. They visit and help me with chores such as household repairs and heavy landscaping, tree trimming and removal, etc. Paul lives in Amherst and has his own contracting and furniture-making business. His wife, Lynda, is confined to a wheel chair and does advocacy work for the handicapped. Gail is married to Doug Tenney and both are graduates of Worcester Polytech. They work in the electronics industry and live in North Reading. Mark has a degree in Business Administration from Bridgewater State and works in the Financial office of the Boston Children's Hospital. He is married and lives in Buzzard Bay at the Cape Cod Canal. Barbara has only one grandchild: Paul's son Steven. He visited me on the Cape last summer with his Grandmother and I look forward to seeing him more often. He is a pleasant, quiet 13 year old who at this time would like to be an architect.

My hope is that the family will continue to keep in touch. The work my older brother's son Richard is doing with the Souther Family History: Souther Families of America; the newsletter, Souther Cousins; and the annual Souther Family Reunion should help this to happen.

Life has been wonderful to me. I have been able to be successful in three careers: in financial management at the Howard Johnson Company (for nearly 25 years); as a Public Accountant (for over forty years); and as a college professor (for 18 years). I have had the companionship and support of a wonderful family and of many close friends. I have had a positive impact on my loved ones, friends and students as a mentor, teacher and role model. I have had an impact on my community and the world through service to my church, my town and my professional organizations.

I plan to enjoy my retirement. I do not plan to dwell on "this is the end". I do not fear the end. I look forward to it as another wonderful journey. Christ promises Grace and eternal life to all who believe; thus entrance to heaven. Heaven offers an eternal life better than anyone can imagine. Life on earth has been wonderful and has made me very happy. If heaven is better than what I've experienced in life, I can only look forward to it with great anticipation!

My hope is that life be just as wonderful to the Southers who come after me. None will be of my blood, but they will be of my heritage.

Probably every older generation questions whether the next will do as well. However, as I stated at the beginning of my recollection, I had the advantage of being a member of the "Depression Baby" small population group whose working life spanned the post-war and beyond boom years: 1950 through the 1980's. The future years will never be like this. We now face a whole different set of global economic conditions not to mention the relentless and accelerating pace at which technology is changing work and every other aspect of life. Only the future generations will know if this, too, leads to a wonderful even better life for them. I challenge them to document their recollections for the generations to follow! He was described on 23 July 2010 at 55339159.

Children of Herbert Roy Souther and Ruth Agnes Perry


  1. [S426] Certified Transcript of Birth for Herbert Roy Souther, Births: 522:112:85.
  2. [S677] 1910-MA.
  3. [S817] 1920-MA, Roll T625-724, ED 277, p. 10A.
  4. [S251] Town Clerks, MA-DOH-VR, Marriages, Volume 46, p. 340, #470.
  5. [S454] CMC-HRS/RAP, Registered No. 470, Intention No. 431.
  6. [S943] 1930-MA, ED 99; Sheet 58, Line 31.
  7. [S470] CDC:HRS, #13.

Ruth Agnes Perry

F, b. 26 August 1907, d. 9 March 1975
Ruth Agnes Perry
From the collection of: Jean Lorraine Souther
     Ruth Agnes Perry was born on 26 August 1907 at Alton, New Hampshire.1,2 She was the daughter of Woodward Augustus Perry and Edith May Dow. Ruth Agnes Perry appeared on the census of 25 April 1910 at Alton, New Hampshire.3 She appeared on the census of 9 January 1920 at Hyde Park Avenue, Boston [Ward 22], Massachusetts.4 She and Herbert Roy Souther obtained a marriage license on 3 October 1924 at Quincy, Massachusetts.5 Ruth Agnes Perry married Herbert Roy Souther, son of Herbert Souther and Emma Gertrude Miller, on 23 October 1924 at Quincy, Massachusetts.6 Her married name was Souther. Ruth Agnes Perry appeared on the census of 7 April 1930 at Terrace Court, Quincy, Massachusetts.7 She died on 9 March 1975 at Eastham, Massachusetts, at age 67.8 She was obituary EASTHAM - Ruth A. (Perry) Souther, 67, died Saturday at her home in Vandalle Circle.

She was married to the late Herbert R. Souther.

Survivors include a son, Richard W. Souther of Wellfleet; three daughters, Jean A. Souther of Eastham, Mrs. Dorothy Jerna of Hanover and Mrs. Barbara Anderson of Brockton; a sister, Mrs. Raymond Johnson of Hyannis; nine grandchildren and one great-grandchild.

Funeral services will be held at 10 a.m. Tuesday at the Sparrel Funeral Home, 30 Central St., Norwell. Burial will be in Center Cemetery, Hanover.
in March 1975. She was buried on 11 March 1975 at Hanover Centre Cemetery, Hanover, Massachusetts. Ruth's given names do not appear on her birth certificate, perhaps because she was not named at birth. She died at her home in Eastham and was buried in Hanover Centre Cemetery, Hanover on 11 Mar 1975. It is thru her that our line leads to Samuel Appleton and Thomas Trowbridge, immigrant ancestors to American and from them two Royal lines leading to most of the Royal houses of Europe. She was described on 23 July 2010 at 55339403.

Children of Ruth Agnes Perry and Herbert Roy Souther


  1. [S425] Certified Copy of Birth Certificate for Ruth Agnes Perry (not named at birth), (no given name at time of birth).
  2. [S775] Richard P. Roberts, VR-Alton, p. 114 (no name given at birth).
  3. [S1045] 1910-NH, Film T624-860, p. 43, Line 66.
  4. [S817] 1920-MA, Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, Ward 22, Film T625-739, p. 15A, E.D. 539, Lines 17-21.
  5. [S251] Town Clerks, MA-DOH-VR, Marriages, Volume 46, p. 340, #470.
  6. [S454] CMC-HRS/RAP, Registered No. 470, Intention No. 431.
  7. [S943] 1930-MA, ED 99; Sheet 58, Line 31.
  8. [S471] Certified Certificate of Death for Ruth A. (Perry) Souther, Book 5, p. 27.

Richard William Souther

M, b. 6 March 1928, d. 7 May 2003
      Richard William Souther lived at Post Office Box 671 (79 Springbrook Road), Wellfleet, Massachusetts. United States Navy. He was described as Black Hair / Brown Eyes / 5'11." He was Policeman. He was born on 6 March 1928 at Quincy, Massachusetts.1 He was the son of Herbert Roy Souther and Ruth Agnes Perry. Richard William Souther appeared on the census of 7 April 1930 at Terrace Court, Quincy, Massachusetts.2 (an unknown value). (an unknown value). He was ill with (an unknown value) at diabetes. He died on 7 May 2003 at Wellfleet, Massachusetts, at age 75.3 He was cremation on 9 May 2003 at Duxbury Crematory, Duxbury, Massachusetts.3 He was obituary on 23 May 2003 at Cape Codder, Brewster, Massachusetts. Toward the end of World War II, Richard spent his military service with the United States Navy.

After the service he worked as a mechanic for South Shore Buick in Quincy and at the Fore River Ship Yard.

The following are excerpts taken from an article found in the Patriot Ledger written by Joan Bailey.

"The youngest and newest member of the Norwell Police Department has begun his work on the late night shift from midnight to 8 a.m. He is "Drago," a 14 month old German shepherd dog that will ride with Patrolman Richard Souther of 85 School Street as he covers the late patrol in the Norwell police cruiser.

The new step to a K-9 Division of the Norwell Police Department began last week when Police Chief Kenneth J. Bradeen received the support of the selectmen. Officer Souther says the dog is now called "Lieutenant Drago" by the men on the force and wears the special license tag, Norwell 2211. This is also the Communications Center emergency telephone number.

Drago makes his home with the Souther family. He has invaded the bailiwick of another German shepherd, "Brando" who has been the Souther family dog for six years. Patrolman Souther said he was happy to go along with the addition of Drago provided he could still keep the family dog.

In most instances, the policeman who assumes a member of the K-9 Division must give away his other family pets. Mrs. Souther said, "We want to keep Brando because we need him at the very time Dick is off in the cruiser at night with Drago."

Drago and Patrolman Souther came onto the permanent police force at the same time. Patrolman Souther who had served for about five years as a permanent intermittent patrolman while holding another job was named to the regular force on June 18 at the same time Drago was authorized as an experiment.

The pair will now train, live and grow together to bolster the Police Department and make that long ride from midnight to 8 a.m. seem not so lonely or so long.

Richard took an early retirement due to back injuries.

Richard has always been talented with his hands and has a great aptitude with a brush too. Ships being a great love, many of his subjects with sketches and paintings of tall ships and many long hours were spent at his hobby of ship modeling. This genius was carried far beyond the usual plastic model kits. Richard would find the plans for ships he was interested in, he would then research them in books found in his personal library and then from scratch, with pain taking precision would create some of the most beautiful and detailed models of all types of ships. The many ships he made can now be found in collections throughout New England as well as the homes of many family members. Other models have been purchased for display in businesses. Most recently he has completed a model of the brig "Souther" which may eventually be housed in the yet to be built, Souther Tide Mill Museum for at the Quincy Historical Society. The case for the model of the Brig "Souther" was built by Thomas Anthony Ferreira of Wellfleet.

He died in his sleep of cardiopulmonary arrest. On 9 May 2003 his body was cremated at the Duxbury Crematory, Duxbury, Massachusetts. On Father's Day, 15 Jun 2003, his wife Barbara, son Lawrence, daughters, Judith & Kathy and sisters Jean and Barbara scattered his ashes out in Wellfleet Harbor. In 2010 a plaque was placed on a bench at Wellfleet pier in memory of Richard. He was described on 23 July 2010 at 55339610.

Children of Richard William Souther and Barbara Ruth Valli


  1. [S423] CBC:RWS, Registered No. 243, Old Quincy City Hall.
  2. [S943] 1930-MA, ED 99; Sheet 58, Line 31.
  3. [S971] Certified Certificate of Death for Richard William Souther, Year 2003; Vol. 8; No. 15.

Jean Lorraine Souther

     Jean Lorraine Souther is the daughter of Herbert Roy Souther and Ruth Agnes Perry.

Barbara Louise Souther

     Barbara Louise Souther is the daughter of Herbert Roy Souther and Ruth Agnes Perry.

Kenneth Richard Lawrence Souther

M, b. 16 November 1942, d. 18 July 1965
     Kenneth Richard Lawrence Souther was Student. He was described as Black Hair / Brown Eyes. He was born on 16 November 1942 at Boston, Massachusetts. He was the son of Herbert Roy Souther and Ruth Agnes Perry. Kenneth Richard Lawrence Souther was also known as Richard Lawrence Mahoney. He died on 18 July 1965 at Boston, Massachusetts, at age 22.1 He was buried on 21 July 1965 at Hanover Centre Cemetery, Hanover, Massachusetts. Kenny was adopted on 5 Jun 1944. According to his sister, Jean L. Souther, his mother was Mary Mahoney and his father is believed to have been a police officer from Quincy, MA. Adoption proceedings began on 30 Mar 1943 and were completed 5 Jun 1944 with attorney Arthur A. Cicchese of Weymouth, MA. His God Parents were John and Edith Joyce Mahoney.

Kenny is the first (and only to date) male member of his immediate Souther family to get a college education. It was so tragic that only one month after his graduation he was struck down in the prime of his life.

The following is an article from a local newspaper:


The young victim of a fatal auto accident on Storrow Drive Saturday was identified last night as Kenneth Souther, 22, of 2 Hull Street Court, North End following a weird chain of events.

Souther, an admitting supervisor at Boston City Hospital, lay unidentified at the hospital morgue for two days. A fellow worker, William Traft, [later to marry Susan L. Jerna] 22, of 10 Woodfield Street, Dorchester, was credited with establishing the identity.

The victim had failed to report to work Sunday and Traft called the home of Souther's father, Herbert, in Hanover. The elder Souther said his son failed to come to visit in Hanover as planned.

Traft then began a check of Boston hospitals, working on the theory Souther might have been in an accident. At Massachusetts General Hospital an attendant said they had a body that fitted his friend's description but it had been moved to the City Hospital morgue.

Traft walked to the morgue and made his grim discovery. Souther was a graduate of Suffolk University last June and planned to attend Suffolk Law School in the fall.

Another article said that Kenny had been a passenger in a car driven by George McLeod, 22 of 19 Broad Street, Belmont. McLeod had lain unconscious since the accident was in critical condiiton at Massachusetts General Hospital.

Kenny was buried on 21 Jul 1965 in Hanover Centre Cemetery. He was described on 23 August 2010 at 57520768.


  1. [S251] Town Clerks, MA-DOH-VR, Deaths, Volume 21, p. 448, #7328.

Barbara Ruth Valli

     Barbara Ruth Valli is the daughter of Ansel Abel Valli and Sarah Agnes Gill.

Children of Barbara Ruth Valli and Richard William Souther

Frederick Emil Söderstjerna

M, b. 16 October 1919, d. 14 August 1994
Frederick Emil Jerna
From the collection of: Susan Lee Jerna
     Frederick Emil Söderstjerna was Precision Machinist - Arch Gear Works, Wareham, MA. He was described as 5'08" / Brown Hair. The nationality of Frederick Emil Söderstjerna was Swedish. He was born on 16 October 1919 at Portsmouth, New Hampshire.1 He was the son of Carl Edwin Söderstjerna and Annie Sofia Johansen. Frederick Emil Söderstjerna married Dorothy Virginia Souther, daughter of Herbert Roy Souther and Ruth Agnes Perry, on 9 August 1946 at Quincy, Massachusetts.2 Frederick Emil Söderstjerna was also known as Frederick Emil Jerna. He died on 14 August 1994 at Kingston, Massachusetts, at age 74.3 He was obituary on 16 August 1994 at Patriot Ledger, p. 24, Quincy, Massachusetts. He was buried at Hanover Centre Cemetery, Hanover, Massachusetts. Fred grew up and attended Braintree High School from which he graduated.

Until his retirement, Fred worked for 45 years as a Precision Machinist for the Arch Gear Works in Wareham, MA. He was described on 23 July 2010 at 55340595.


  1. [S61] Frederick Emil Jerna, FEJ.
  2. [S251] Town Clerks, MA-DOH-VR, Marriages, 114:457:710 for Dorothy Virginia Souther & Frederick Emil Soderstjerna.
  3. [S583] TC, with Susan Lee (JERNA) TRAFT - 14 Aug 1994.

Lawrence Roy Souther

M, b. 21 April 1954, d. 20 December 2012
     Lawrence Roy Souther was described as Brown Hair / Blue Eyes / 6'04." Lawrence Roy Souther lived at Post Office Box 1246, North Eastham, Massachusetts; Bishop Road, North Eastham. He was e-mail He was Fisherman. He was born on 21 April 1954 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.1 He was the son of Richard William Souther and Barbara Ruth Valli. (an unknown value). Lawrence Roy Souther lived at North Eastham, Massachusetts.

Larry was born at South Shore Hospital. He works as a fisherman from various boats around town and in the off season does construction work and other odd jobs to make ends meet. He enjoys ship modeling and has a great talent as an artist in particular with portraits. He died on 20 December 2012 at Cape Cod Hospital, Hyannis, MA, at age 58.2


  1. [S251] Town Clerks, MA-DOH-VR, Births, Volume 197, p. 142, #556.
  2. [S1127] Taylor, Judith (Souther), Verbal telephone call to C. J. Marks.

Judith Lee Souther

     Judith Lee Souther is the daughter of Richard William Souther and Barbara Ruth Valli.

Kathy Jean Souther

     Kathy Jean Souther is the daughter of Richard William Souther and Barbara Ruth Valli.

Cynthia Joan Curley

     Cynthia Joan Curley is the daughter of Richard K. Curley and Josephine Caci.

Jared Lawrence Souther

     Jared Lawrence Souther is the son of Lawrence Roy Souther and Cynthia Joan Curley.

Candice Marie Peters

     Candice Marie Peters is the daughter of Victor Victorine Peters and Mary Elizabeth Mitchell.

Victor Richard Souther

     Victor Richard Souther is the son of Lawrence Roy Souther and Candice Marie Peters.

Robert Elliot Taylor


George Gaspie Pierce Jr.

M, b. 1 August 1945, d. 20 January 2007
     George Gaspie Pierce Jr. was Fisherman. He was described as 5'11" / Brown Hair. He was born on 1 August 1945 at Barnstable, Massachusetts. He was the son of George Gaspie Pierce and Freida Nickerson. George Gaspie Pierce Jr. died on 20 January 2007 at Massachusetts at age 61.

George Gaspie Pierce III

     George Gaspie Pierce III is the son of George Gaspie Pierce Jr. and Kathy Jean Souther.

William Richard Pierce

     William Richard Pierce is the son of George Gaspie Pierce Jr. and Kathy Jean Souther.

Herbert Souther

M, b. 13 April 1872, d. 30 August 1936
Herbert Souther
39 Pratt Avenue, Weymouth, MA
From the collection of: Arlene Clare Perry
     Herbert Souther was Shoemaker / Painter. He was born on 13 April 1872 at Hingham, Massachusetts.1,2,3 He was the son of Benjamin Stowell Souther and Susan Elizabeth Pineo. Herbert Souther appeared on the census of 1880 at Leavitt Street, Hingham, Massachusetts.4 He married Emma Gertrude Miller, daughter of George Osgood Miller and Emma E. Redman, on 24 November 1897 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.5 Herbert Souther appeared on the census of 22 June 1900 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.6 He appeared on the census of 25 April 1910 at Pearl Street, Weymouth, Massachusetts.7 He appeared on the census of 1920 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.8 He appeared on the census of 17 April 1930 at Pratt Avenue, Weymouth, Massachusetts.9 He died on 30 August 1936 at Weymouth, Massachusetts, at age 64.10 He was buried on 2 September 1936 at Old North Cemetery, Plot 428, North Weymouth, Massachusetts. Herbert and Gert were married by Thomas H. Vincent, Clergyman.

Herbert was known as a shoemaker, but on his death certificate, he was listed as a painter. He died at 39 Pratt Avenue of a heart attack. He had worked up until 2 days before his death. He was aged 64 years, 4 months and 17 days. He is buried with his wife in the Miller Plot #428 in the North Weymouth Cemetery. He was described on 23 July 2010 at 55338497.

Children of Herbert Souther and Emma Gertrude Miller


  1. [S429] Certified Transcription of Birth of Herbert Souther, Births, 242:414:84.
  2. [S441] Certified Transcription of Birth for Herbert Souther, Births, 6:18:84.
  3. [S844] SE(P)S-Pension, (photo copy of Birth Certificate for Herbert Souther).
  4. [S784] 1880-MA, Volume 24, E.D. 566, Sheet 19, Line 38.
  5. [S455] Certified Transcription of Marriage for Herbert Souther & Emma G. Miller, Marriage, 470:537:86.
  6. [S678] 1900-MA, Volume 29, E.D. 1081, Sheet 2, Line 71.
  7. [S677] 1910-MA, ED 119; Sheet 14B, Line 78.
  8. [S817] 1920-MA, Roll T625-724, Enumeration District 277, p. 10A.
  9. [S943] 1930-MA, ED 36; Sheet 12, Line 94.
  10. [S472] Certified Death Certificate for Herbert Souther, Deaths, 222:452.

Emma Gertrude Miller

F, b. 23 April 1876, d. 25 November 1947
Emma Gertrude Miller
39 Pratt Avenue, Weymouth, Massachusetts
From the collection of: Arlene Clare Perry
     Emma Gertrude Miller was born on 21 February 1876 at Weymouth, Massachusetts; (calculated from death record). She was born on 23 April 1876 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.1,2,3 She was the daughter of George Osgood Miller and Emma E. Redman. Emma Gertrude Miller was also known as Gert Miller. She appeared on the census of 5 June 1880 at Newton Street, Weymouth, Massachusetts.4 She married Herbert Souther, son of Benjamin Stowell Souther and Susan Elizabeth Pineo, on 24 November 1897 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.5 Her married name was Souther. Emma Gertrude Miller appeared on the census of 1900 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.6 She appeared on the census of 25 April 1910 at Pearl Street, Weymouth, Massachusetts.7 She appeared on the census of 1920 at Weymouth, Massachusetts.8 She appeared on the census of 17 April 1930 at Pratt Avenue, Weymouth, Massachusetts.9 She died on 25 November 1947 at Weymouth, Massachusetts, at age 71.10 She was buried on 28 November 1947 at North Cemetery, Plot 428, North Weymouth, Massachusetts. Gert and Herbert were married by Thomas H. Vincent, Clergyman of Weymouth. She was described on 23 July 2010 at 55338595.

Children of Emma Gertrude Miller and Herbert Souther


  1. [S427] Certified Transcript of Birth of Emma Gertrude Miller, 1876:110.
  2. [S1116], Massachusetts Vital Records, 1841–1910. (From original records held by the Massachusetts Archives. Online database:, New England Historic Genealogical Society, 2004.), Weymouth, MA Births, 278:289:83.
  3. [S678] 1900-MA, Film T623-672, ED 1081, p. 29, Line 71.
  4. [S784] 1880-MA, Film T9-549, p. 15 for Weymouth, MA, Line 1.
  5. [S455] Certified Transcription of Marriage for Herbert Souther & Emma G. Miller, Marriage, 470:537:86.
  6. [S678] 1900-MA, Volume 29, E.D. 1081, Sheet 2, Line 71.
  7. [S677] 1910-MA, ED 119; Sheet 14B, Line 78.
  8. [S817] 1920-MA, Roll T625-724, Enumeration District 277, p. 10A.
  9. [S943] 1930-MA, ED 36; Sheet 12, Line 94.
  10. [S473] Certified Certificate of Death for Emma G. Souther, Registered No. 418, #75.

Benjamin Stowell Souther

M, b. 19 April 1824, d. 12 March 1888
     Benjamin Stowell Souther was Ropemaker / Shoemaker. He was Spinal Sclerosis: Narrowing of the spaces in the spine, resulting in compression of the nerve roots or spinal cord by bony spurs or soft tissues. He was born on 19 April 1824 at Hingham, Massachusetts.1,2 He was the son of Elijah Souther Sr. [War of 1812] and Rebecca Stowell. Benjamin Stowell Souther appeared on the census of 21 August 1850 at Hingham, Massachusetts.3 He appeared on the census of 1855 at Hingham, Massachusetts.4 He appeared on the census of 25 June 1860 at Hingham, Massachusetts.5 (an unknown value).6,7,8,9 He appeared on the census of 1865 at Hingham, Massachusetts.10 He appeared on the census of 25 June 1870 at Hingham, Massachusetts.11 He appeared on the census of 1880 at Leavitt Street, Hingham, Massachusetts.12 He died on 12 March 1888 at Hingham, Massachusetts, at age 63.13,14,15,16 He was buried at Hingham Centre Cemetery, Section A79, Hingham, Massachusetts. At age 24 (26 by calculation), Benjamin was still residing with his parents. The valuation of his property was listed as $175.

Benjamin and Lizzie were married by Reverend Joseph Richardson.

After his marriage, Benjamin and his family continued to live on Leavitt Street, "over the Delaware". He worked as a Shoemaker and Ropemaker.

During the Civil War, Benjamin enlisted as a Private in Company I, 4th Regiment of the Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry on 16 Apr 1861 at Boston, mustered in 22 Apr 1861 and mustered out 22 Jul of the same year at Long Island, Boston Harbor, Massachusetts.

He died of Spinal Sclerosis and buried in Hingham Centre Cemetery where a small weather worn white marble military style tombstone marks his grave. It reads:

He was described as 54960707 on 14 July 2010.

Children of Benjamin Stowell Souther and Susan Elizabeth Pineo


  1. [S1116], Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. (Online database:, New England Historic Genealogical Society, 2006. Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. Hersey, Reuben. Mss 901. R. Stanton Avery Special Collections Department, New England Historic Genealogical Society.) 2:58 [Birth of Benjamin Stowell Souther].
  2. [S430] Certified Transcription of Birth for Benjamin Stowell Souther, Births, 3:43:14.
  3. [S866] 1850-MA, page 31.
  4. [S393] Ann S. Lainhart, Hingham-1855 & 65, p. 6.
  5. [S1016] 1860-MA, Hingham, Page 69, Lines 30-32.
  6. [S456] Certified Transcription of Marriage for Benjamin S. Stowell & Lizzie Pineo, Massachusetts Archives Records, 154:293:7 for Lizzie Pineo & Benjamin S. Souther.
  7. [S456] Certified Transcription of Marriage for Benjamin S. Stowell & Lizzie Pineo, Hingham Town Records, Marriage, 5:15:8.
  8. [S844] SE(P)S-Pension, copy of a Certified Marriage Certificate of Benjamin S. Souther and Susan Pineo, dated 24 Nov 1890.
  9. [S1] George Lincoln, Hingham-Genealogies, 3:160.
  10. [S393] Ann S. Lainhart, Hingham-1855 & 65, p. 151.
  11. [S1015] 1870-MA, Hingham, Page 11, Lines 24-29.
  12. [S784] 1880-MA, Volume 24, E.D. 566, Sheet 19, Line 38.
  13. [S1116], Massachusetts Vital Records, 1841–1910. (From original records held by the Massachusetts Archives. Online database:, New England Historic Genealogical Society, 2004.) [Death of Benjamin Stowell Souther].
  14. [S476] Certified Transcription of Death for Benjamin S. Souther, Deaths, 7:43:19.
  15. [S844] SE(P)S-Pension, copy of certified Death Certificate for Benjamin S. Souther, dated 5 Feb 1889.
  16. [S252] MA-MA Archives-VR, Deaths, (Benjamin S. Souther), Volume 392, p. 356, entry #19.

Susan Elizabeth Pineo

F, b. 22 February 1842, d. 19 February 1917
     Susan Elizabeth Pineo was born in 1837 at Cornwallis, Nova Scotia.1,2 She was born on 20 February 1842 at East Boston, Massachusetts; (as calculated from death certificate! Father's name is George as given by her 49 year old son, Frederick Souther) [all other records list father as "Henry"]. She was born on 22 February 1842 at Boston, Massachusetts.3,4 She was the daughter of Henry Austin Pineo and Jemima Porter. Susan Elizabeth Pineo was born in February 1844 at Massachusetts.5 Susan Elizabeth Pineo was also known as Lizzie Pineo. Susan Elizabeth Pineo was also known as Elizabeth Souther. She appeared on the census of 21 September 1850 at Ward 11, Boston, Massachusetts.6 (an unknown value).7,8,9,4 Her married name was Souther. She appeared on the census of 1865 at Hingham, Massachusetts.10 She appeared on the census of 25 June 1870 at Hingham, Massachusetts.11 She appeared on the census of 11 June 1880 at Leavitt Street, Hingham, Massachusetts.12 She appeared on the census of June 1890 at Hingham, Massacusetts.13 She was pension on 24 October 1890 at Widow's Pension #345961, Washington, District of Columbia. She appeared on the census of 9 June 1900 at Putnam Street, Weymouth, Massachusetts.5 She appeared on the census of 20 April 1910 at Lafayette Avenue, Weymouth, Massachusetts.14 She died on 19 February 1917 at Weymouth, Massachusetts, at age 74.15 She was buried on 22 February 1917 at Hingham Centre Cemetery, Hingham, Massachusetts.16 Susan was also known as Lizzie Pineo; Elizabeth Souther and Lizzie Souther. She was a member of First Baptist Church of Hingham.

She and Benjamin were married at the Unitarian Congregational Church, by Reverend Joseph Richardson.

No birth record has been found for Lizzie thus far (2008). Her birth information is published in the History of Hingham - the Genealogies with an exact date and place of 24 Feb 1842, Boston, Massachusetts, so the information must have been found somewhere. Her father is listed as Henry in that record. Her Widow's Pension #345961 contains a sworn statement by herself that her birth date and place are as mentioned above. However, her death certificate, with information provided by her then 49 year old son, Frederick Souther calculates out to 20 Feb 1842 a difference of only 2 days and lists her as born in East Boston with the father's name of George. (George may have been confused either with Henry's brother or son whose names were George.)

The 1880 Federal Census for Massachusetts indicates that her father was born in New Brunswick and her mother in Nova Scotia, Canada.

In her Widow's Pension, there was a descrepency on the birth certificate of her youngest daughter, Ida May. In addition to the Town Clerk of Hingham sending a new one with apology, two family friends, Emanuel Joseph Picanco, (11 Dec 1844- ) and Susan R. Gates, (1846- ) also gave a sworn statements concerning the age of the child. Susan R. Gates, (1846- ) and Lorenzo Dow Johnson Sears, (27 Feb 1832- ) and Edward Churchill Blossom, (30 Jan 1838- ) also give statements to the poor health of Lizzie and also say she is unable to make a living for herself.

By 1900, Lizzie was living on Putnam Street, Weymouth with her son Frederick and daughter Ida Mae and in 1910 she was residing on Lafayette Avenue, Weymouth with her son Frederick and next door to her daughter Ida May, now married to Ebed Litchfield.

Lizzie is recorded as having been buried in Hingham Centre Cemetery. It is believed to be the stone marked "Mother", to the left of her son Porter Souther and on the opposite side of Porter is her husband, Benjamin Stowell Souther whose stone is inscribed B. S. Souther. Her sister, Abby La Havre Pineo (1844-1912) is buried there in the Souther Lot as well as their aunt, Phoebe Gore (Pineo) Morse, (1807-1865). She was described on 14 July 2010 at 54960855.

Children of Susan Elizabeth Pineo and Benjamin Stowell Souther


  1. [S702] Letter, dtd 12 Dec 1995 from W. Edward Brownell of South Berwick, Nova Scotia.
  2. [S548] Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, IGI, Film #1903765.
  3. [S844] SE(P)S-Pension, #1889, Certificate #345961.
  4. [S1] George Lincoln, Hingham-Genealogies, 3:160.
  5. [S678] 1900-MA, ED 1082, p. 12B, Lines 67-69.
  6. [S866] 1850-MA, Film M432-338, p. 229, Line 17.
  7. [S456] Certified Transcription of Marriage for Benjamin S. Stowell & Lizzie Pineo, Massachusetts Archives Records, 154:293:7 for Lizzie Pineo & Benjamin S. Souther.
  8. [S456] Certified Transcription of Marriage for Benjamin S. Stowell & Lizzie Pineo, Hingham Town Records, Marriage, 5:15:8.
  9. [S844] SE(P)S-Pension, copy of a Certified Marriage Certificate of Benjamin S. Souther and Susan Pineo, dated 24 Nov 1890.
  10. [S393] Ann S. Lainhart, Hingham-1855 & 65, p. 151.
  11. [S1015] 1870-MA, Hingham, Page 11, Lines 24-29.
  12. [S784] 1880-MA, Volume 24, E.D. 566, Sheet 19, Line 38.
  13. [S315] Bryan Lee DILTS, 1890-MA-CWV Census, ED 714, #67, p. 5, Hingham, Massachusetts.
  14. [S677] 1910-MA, Film T624-610, p. 6A, ED 1165, Line 38.
  15. [S474] Certified Certificate of Death for Susan E. Souther, 30:153.
  16. [S844] SE(P)S-Pension.

Elijah Souther Sr. [War of 1812]

M, b. 21 October 1785, d. 20 September 1873
Birth of Elijah Souther - 1787

Citation Information:

Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. (Online database:, New England Historic Genealogical Society, 2006. Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. Hersey, Reuben. Mss 901. R. Stanton Avery Special Collections Department, New England Historic Genealogical Society.)
     Elijah Souther Sr. [War of 1812] was Shipwright - a person who constructs or repairs ships. He was Dropsy: An old term for the swelling of soft tissues due to the accumulation of excess water. He was born on 21 October 1785 at Hingham, Province of Massachusetts.1,2 He was the son of Daniel Souther [Revolutionary War] and Grace Sprague. War of 1812. Elijah Souther Sr. [War of 1812] married Rebecca Stowell, daughter of Benjamin Stowell and Chloe Lincoln, on 21 November 1813 at Hingham, Massachusetts.3,4,5 Elijah Souther Sr. [War of 1812] appeared on the census of 1830 at Hingham, Massachusetts.6 He appeared on the census of 1840 at Hingham, Massachusetts.7 He appeared on the census of 21 August 1850 at Hingham, Massachusetts.8 He appeared on the census of 1855 at Hingham, Massachusetts.9 He appeared on the census of 25 June 1860 at Hingham, Massachusetts.10 He appeared on the census of 1865 at Hingham, Massachusetts.11 He appeared on the census of 22 June 1870 at Hingham, Massachusetts.12 He died on 20 September 1873 at Hingham, Massachusetts, at age 87.13 He was buried at Hingham Centre Cemetery, Hingham, Massachusetts. His estate was probated in 1873 at Plymouth County Probate #18894 - Administration, Hingham, Massachusetts.14 Elijah was a shipwright by trade. He served during the War of 1812 with the 2nd Regiment, Massachusetts Militia as a Private.

Elijah and his family lived on Leavitt Street, "over the Delaware." The house, built in 1841 still stands and is numbered 107 Leavitt Street. It is painted a bright yellow.

The valuation of his real estate when the 1850 Federal Census for Hingham was enumerated was $430.

He died of dropsy and is reportedly buried in Hingham Centre Cemetery, but no stone has been found. Elijah died in-testate. His estate was administered by his widow Rebecca. His homestead consisted of the "easterly part of a dwelling house and 1/8 of an acre of land and about 60 rods of orchard in the rear of James Price's homestead appraised at $300 and miscellaneous household effects at $50. In order to pay his just debts, his land and home were sold at public auction in Hingham in January 1874.

His wife, as administrator, made an "X" as her mark on all the legal forms.
He was described on 23 July 2010 at 55337311.

Children of Elijah Souther Sr. [War of 1812] and Rebecca Stowell


  1. [S1116], Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. (Online database:, New England Historic Genealogical Society, 2006. Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. Hersey, Reuben. Mss 901. R. Stanton Avery Special Collections Department, New England Historic Genealogical Society.) 1:240 [Birth of Elijah Souther, Sr.].
  2. [S431] Certified Transcription of Birth for Elijah Souther, Births, 2:190:14 for Elijah Souther.
  3. [S1116], Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. (Online database:, New England Historic Genealogical Society, 2006. Vital Records of Hingham, Massachusetts, ca. 1639-1844. Hersey, Reuben. Mss 901. R. Stanton Avery Special Collections Department, New England Historic Genealogical Society.) 2:115 [Marriage of Elijah Souther and Rebecca Stowell].
  4. [S457] Certified Transcription of Marriage for Elijah Souther & Rebekah Stowell, Marriage, 3:171:9 for Elijah Souther & Rebeckah Stowel.
  5. [S1] George Lincoln, Hingham-Genealogies, 3:159.
  6. [S1018] 1830-MA, Hingham, p. 200.
  7. [S1017] 1840-MA, Hingham, p. 4.
  8. [S866] 1850-MA, page 31.
  9. [S393] Ann S. Lainhart, Hingham-1855 & 65, p. 5.
  10. [S1016] 1860-MA, Hingham, Page 69, Lines 30-32.
  11. [S393] Ann S. Lainhart, Hingham-1855 & 65, p. 151.
  12. [S1015] 1870-MA, Film M593-638, p. 298, line #40 for Hingham, MA.
  13. [S477] Certified Transcription of Death for Elijah Souther, Deaths, 6:42:69 / Deaths 257:368:70.
  14. [S681] Probate, Plymouth County Probate, Administration, Docket #18894.