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Edward and Sarah Hale family in color b

Edward and Sarah Jane Sanders Hale family, circa 1890, in Bluejacket, Oklahoma. For more about the Heald/Hale family, click here: Healds & Hales

The Healds/Hales, Lyfords, and related families

The family history presented on these pages is the result of several years of research, many visits to libraries and archives in lots of places, and much help from other researchers.  It is offered here by Cousin Lyford Hale for the family to enjoy, and to assist others in compiling their family histories.  All we ask is that you please not lift this material word for word, unless you also note that the source is Lyford Hale.

These facts and suppositions were carefully compiled, but are certainly not guaranteed to be 100% accurate.  The best advice we can offer for your research is that you use this and what others supply as starting points. Make sure to verify facts before you accept them.

Lyford admits that he did not do that when he began several years ago, being so excited to find dozens of new ancestors that he added much detail without checking sources.  Unfortunately, it turned out that some information he added was not accurate. As a result, he is still weeding early mistakes out of his material.

If you catch an error, please write to Lyford directly at the address shown below.  We’re especially appreciative if you include notes regarding original sources, such as federal, state or county records, and church histories.

To get started on the Heald-Hale or Lyford lines, choose one of the following links:

Heald-Hale Family Reports
Heald-Hale Family Index of Photos
Lyford Family Reports
Under Construction — Lyford Family Index of Photos

Mail questions and/or comments to: lyfordhale at gwandrw dot com

These Lyford Family pages are courtesy of Lyford Hale. If you copy this material word for word, please cite Lyford Hale as your source. 

Lyford spent years tracking down as many original source documents as possible.  He visited where the ancestors lived, where they went to church, local hysterical societies, libraries, court houses, and every other repository of state and local records he could find.  He notes that spurious information plagues the internet these days. Please take what you find on the web with a grain of salt — including here — unless original source documents are cited (Court or church records, wills, etc.).

Wishing to present records that are as accurate as possible,  Lyford has made every effort to present facts, not guesses (Okay, a few guesses, but they are noted as such).  And he does offer sources for much of what he posts.  He acknowledges, however, that no one is perfect, must less him, so asks that you contact him at  lyfordhale at gwandrw dot com should you take exception to something you find here.

Additionally, if anyone can show original source documents to take the Lyford line back to England please contact Lyford. As far as we can tell, all the people on the web who link Francis to earlier Lyfords are turning guesses into fact.

While you are invited … encouraged even … to submit material and comments, such remarks as “You’re crazy” or “You are an idiot” probably won’t be received in the constructive manner you obviously intended.

One final note: These are Lyford’s working pages and thus include many notes originally intended only for himself. You may, from time to time, find the exact same words on websites posted by other researchers. Rest assured they originated with Lyford.

Click here to open up a detailed family file stored in PDF format:

Hint: To search a PDF, use the Cntrl-F keys. That will pop up a search window. Next, type in the name you’re looking for.

Lyford Family – Outline Tree
Lyford Family – Detailed Report
Lyford Family – Descendant Chart

Pollard, Robinson & others – Outline Tree
Pollard, Robinson & others – Detailed Reports – Detailed Report
Pollard, Robinson & others – Descendant Chart

Otley Family Outline Tree
Otley Family Report

Find photos here:
Lyford Family And Related Lines – Photo Index (Under construction)
Contact: lyfordhale at gwandrw dot com

Includes these families and more:
Appleby, Mayo, Henley, Strickland, Crawford, Sawyers

These Hale Family pages are courtesy of Lyford Hale. If you copy this material word for word, please cite Lyford Hale as your source. 

Lyford spent years tracking down as many original source documents as possible.  He visited where the ancestors lived, where they went to church, local hysterical societies, libraries, court houses, and every other repository of state and local records he could find.  He notes that spurious information plagues the internet these days. Please take what you find on the web with a grain of salt — including here — unless original source documents are cited (Court or church records, wills, etc.).

Wishing to present records that are as accurate as possible,  Lyford has made every effort to present facts, not guesses (Okay, a few guesses, but they are noted as such).  And he does offer sources for much of what he posts.  He acknowledges, however, that no one is perfect, must less him, so asks that you contact him at  lyfordhale at gwandrw dot com should you take exception to something you find here.  Additionally, if anyone can show original source documents to take these lines back to the British Isles, or elsewhere,  please contact Lyford.

While you are invited … encouraged even … to submit material and comments, such remarks as “You’re crazy” or “You are an idiot” probably won’t be received in the constructive manner you obviously intended.

One final note: These are Lyford’s working pages and thus include many notes originally intended only for himself. You may, from time to time, find the exact same words on websites posted by other researchers. Rest assured they originated with Lyford, unless otherwise noted.

Click on a link below to open detailed family files stored in PDF format:

Appleby Descendant Chart
Appleby Outline

Appleby Family Report

Crawford — Sawyers — Appleby Ahnentafel Report July 10 2017 by Lyford Hale
Crawford-Sawyers Outline Report Aug 24 2016 by Lyford Hale

Healds & Hales Descendant Chart
Healds & Hales Outline
Healds & Hales Family Report

Maggs-Mayo-Henley Descendant Chart
Maggs-Mayo-Henley Outline
Maggs-Mayo-Henley Family Report

Saunders-Sanders Descendant Chart  — Being updated 7-13-2019
Saunders-Sanders Outline — Being updated
Saunders-Sanders Family Report — Being updated

Strickland Descendant Chart
Strickland Outline
Strickland Family Report

Find photos here:

Heald-Hale Family And Related Lines – Photo Index

Contact:
lyfordhale at gwandrw dot com

Vancouver- Camas-Washougal weather

  • Change is the only constant with weather in the Northwest.
  • It may be raining one minute, sunny and warm the next. There may be wind or not.
    We never know, so when going outdoors it’s best to wear layers.

Driving directions to Camas-Washougal

If  you’re driving here from the south of us or coming from Portland International Airport (PDX), take Interstate 205 toward Seattle.  The highway crosses the Columbia River.  The first right turn once you reach the Washington side is SR-14, the highway that leads to Camas and Washougal.  If you’re driving from the north on I-5, follow the signs directing you onto SR-14 East, which leads to Camas and Washougal.

The only reason to drive through Portland on Interstate 5 when traveling to Camas or Washougal is to see the City itself, despite what Google maps or your iPhone GPS may tell you.

Travel info

Check out these websites for information about the area
Portland, Oregon

www.travelportland.com – What to do and see in Portland

www.powells.com – Powell’s City of Books

www.portlandwalkingtours.com – Walking tours

www.thegrotto.org – The Grotto, shrine & botanical gardens

www.portlandspirit.com – River cruises

Surrounding Areas

www.traveloregon.com – What to see in surrounding areas

Driving Tour Ideas

www.hoodriverfruitloop.com – what to see around Mt. Hood

www.fs.usda.gov/mthood – Mt. Hood info

www.timberlinelodge.com – National Historic Landmark built in 1937

Washington

http://www.crgva.org – What to see in the Columbia River Gorge

www.gotastewine.com – Info & maps about wineries in the area

www.bonnevilleresort.com – Hot Spring Resort

www.maryhillwinery.com – Award winning winery and event destination

www.maryhillmuseum.org – Museum with world-class sculpture & art

http://www.downtowncamas.com – Small town close to the Williams Place

www.pendleton-usa.com – Factory store in Washougal

www.skamania.com – Resort Lodge

www.mountsthelens.com – Mt. St. Helen’s National Volcanic Monument

Click a link below to open a photo page:

Appleby Photos, Page 1 : Eliza Crawford Appleby, James Barney Appleby, John T. Crawford, Martha Crawford, James Sawyer Crawford house, headstones of Eliza and James Appleby, headstone of James Sawyer Crawford; Suzanna Strickland Appleby, James Newton Appleby, Jimmie, Net, Kate, Emma Appleby

Appleby Photos, Page 2: Under construction


It was a dark and stormy night, a story of mythic proportions …

Carlton H Schurdeleau painting

This is the only known painting by Carlton H. Schurdeleau (open link and forward to page 53) , created circa 1829. Carlton was known for his fictional writing. It is also rumored that he was a child prodigy in the culinary arts, and when not yet 10 was involved in founding the first ever Taco Bell. As family history goes, he formulated the recipes that made Taco Bell the booming business it is today. Family members recalled that one night, after long hours in the kitchen testing his recipes, little Carlton was suffering from a stomach disorder involving “toxic rumblings and explosions” and was unable to sleep. Finding a number of cans of paint left over from sampling potential restaurant wall and sign colors, he began to pour them onto an old board. What resulted is this painting, which he called: “It was a dark and stormy night.” Guess we know where Bulwer-Lytton found the inspiration for his famous opening line of the novel “Paul Clifford,” don’t we? Note: Should you come across other artwork bearing the familiar Schurdeleau name, the family would be excited to hear from you.

(Would we kid about a serious matter like genealogy? )

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Artsigns Architectural Graphics Presentation
Prepared by Gary Williams, Circa 2005

Blue Ribbon Stearman ride July 8 06 PS edited copy Nov 2014

Photo copyright Gary Williams 2007. May not be reproduced without permission. Taken by Gary from Mike Mason’s Stearman biplane, looking northeast across the Dungeness Spit and the Olympic Peninsula’s Strait of Juan De Fuca. In the distance is the snow-covered peak of Mt. Baker. Below and left of the airplane’s wing is the grass airstrip at Blue Ribbon Farms. Our former home is clearly visible … if you know where to look. 🙂  You can see this photo really, really big by clicking on it, then clicking again on the larger image.

 

 

Recalling a memorable fisherman at California’s Rock Creek Lake
Gary Williams Copyright 2014, May not be reproduced without specific written permission

 

Gary fishing San Juan River.Durango CO 1998 copy

This is how I see myself when fishing.  Here I”m standing in the San Juan River, in Colorado.

My childhood friend Steve and I were fishing along the west shore of Rock Creek Lake, on the east side of California’s High Sierra Mountains.  It was a sunny, windy August afternoon.  We were eager to use our fly rods and newly purchased float tubes, but having been blown off the lake the previous day, knew better than to try it a second time.  Instead, we decided to fish from the shore, experimenting with a new type of artificial bait called “Mouse Tails” that was recommended by a local shop.  So here we were, fishing the lazy way, with rods resting on rocks, hands in pockets, just enjoying the High Sierra scenery and the last of summer’s warmth.

GW fishmaster copy

This is how others see me when I’m fishing.  The stream is in the Mammoth Lakes region of California.

About 40 feet from us, a fisherman and his wife walked down a trail that led to the shore.  They were carrying several rods, a shiny new tackle box and other gear.  People who fish the shore of popular lakes like Rock Creek are usually friendly, chatty types, but this couple was staring straight ahead at the deep blue waters they were about to challenge.

She was probably in her early 70’s, standing about 5’6”, thin and pale, with straight gray hair cut short, wearing a button-up light blue sweater and sky blue slacks.  The man was of like age and appeared to be all fisherman. He was, in fact, the living image of what a well-dressed fisherman should look like … if dressed by a high-end retailer like Orvis.  Standing maybe 5’9”, his square jaw and determined gaze were shaded from the sun by a new looking wide-brimmed, light tan fishing hat. On his trim frame he wore matching light tan waders with matching wading boots.  On his chest was a matching light tan fishing vest to which was added more color than found on the Generals at a Russian military parade.  But this man wasn’t wearing medals and battle ribbons.  His display was made of rows of shiny gold, silver, red, green, and multi-colored fishing lures, many of which were nearly as large as the fish in Rock Creek Lake.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  If clothing can be a mixed metaphor, this was it; combining a fly fisherman’s vest with outlandishly large spinning lures.  The purists in these two worlds, fly and spin fishing, mix as well as oil and water.

Steve and I watched in silence as the stylish newcomer rigged a spinning rod with a bobber and a fluorescent green blob of power bait.  The bait was almost as large as the bobber, which hung about a foot above it.  Normally, bait is small enough that a fish can get its mouth over it, and it hangs three to four feet below the bobber.  This was going to be interesting.

Along the shore where Orvis Man was standing the water was shallow, no more than a couple of feet deep. But out 15 to 20 feet, there was a sharp drop.  Beyond was dark, blue-black water and the promise of rainbow trout.

Most fishermen would cast from shore, but with bait and bobber ready, Orvis Man waded slowly, stiff-legged into the water, splashing a wake right to the edge of the drop off and alerting any fish within a mile that he was coming.  There he stopped, looked right and left, and gave a mighty cast straight ahead.  Plop!  His line hit the water about four feet in front of him.  Was this Tim Conway or Mr. Bean doing a takeoff on fishing?  It was hilarious!

Trying not to laugh, and thus embarrass this couple, I turned and walked back to check my rod.  I don’t think Orvis Man could hear my snort or see my shoulders shaking as I turned away.  Really, I tried to hold it in.

Orvis Man looked down at the line floating near his wader-clad feet, shot us a swift glance, stood there a minute as if deciding what to do, then began backing toward the shore, where his wife was standing with blank face and straight back.  The woman was so stiff and still, she looked like she’d been planted.  With each step back he pulled line off his reel, apparently not knowing that if he left the bail open it would unspool on its own as he retreated to shore.

Once back on dry land, he put the rod on the sandy beach and propped it up with a stick. That immediately pulled the line into the shallow water, where it continued to float toward him.  He didn’t seem to notice.   His wife moved over to stand closer to the fishing rod, remaining as rigid as before.  Next, Orvis Man rigged a second rod and once again carried another huge blob of power bait stiff-legged into the water.  There he gave another mighty cast.  This time the line smacked down with a splash about 10 feet from him.  Again he stood there like he didn’t know what to do next.  He looked at us.  He turned back and looked at his wife.  He stared at the water.

Normally, we would be friendly and talk with newcomers, but – confession time – Steve and I were now giggling and making whispered wisecracks about this obvious newbie in the expensive get-up. Surely he knew we were laughing at his efforts.  Guilt kept me from making eye contact with Orvis Man.

Now in our 60’s, Steve and I have fished with flies, lures and bait since we were children.  We have plenty of gear, but have not given in to catalog-style fishing uniforms.  I wear denim pants, cotton shirts, and a baseball cap.  My sun glasses are not the Oakleys that most well-heeled fishermen and their guides wear.   All of my bait and lure fishing tackle is in a small bag that clips around my waist.  Most of what I need fits in a 6” x 4” plastic box divided into multiple squares.  It holds lures, split shot, sliding weights, and hooks.  My fly fishing tackle is also in a compact bag.  Steve shows a similar lack of commitment to the fishing uniform of the day, though I like to continually remind him that he favors part of the uniform; his favorite fishing shirt is the multi-pocket, vented-back type that every fishing guide in the world wears.  He compensates by keeping the sun off his head with a wide-banded woven straw hat that looks like it came from a rice paddy.  Our aversion to the uniform of the day is reverse snobbery and we know it.

Back to Orvis Man. After wading out and casting yet again, he was  standing near the precipice, where the shallow shelf meets the deep blue water.  After a couple of minutes with no bite, he became impatient, reeled in his bait glop and stiffly marched back to shore.  There he said something to his wife, put down the spinning rig and picked up a fly rod equipped with the most brilliant fluorescent green line I have ever seen.  Clearly, someone had a thing for bright green when this guy was buying his equipment.

By now Steve and I had given up watching circumspectly.  We were flat out staring. We knew fly rod and Orvis Man were going to make the trip to Rock Creek Lake memorable.  We’d had a blast fishing from float tubes the day before and were bummed that high winds on our favorite lakes were now forcing us to find a relatively sheltered spot on this shore.  Manners be hanged, this was going to make up for being blown off our preferred fishing lakes.

Fly rod in hand, back went Orvis Man, one stiff leg in front of the other, sloshing his way even father into the lake than before, far enough that we both held our breath, sure he was going to drop out of sight on each next step.

Neither Steve nor I claim to be experts with a fly rod, but we both know that casting one well, even when on dry ground and with nothing behind you, takes practice.  Orvis Man was now standing waist deep, which put the entire lake behind him to serve as a casting obstacle.  On top of that, his first cast showed that it was probably the first time he’d ever tried to use his new rod.  He pulled off 60 or 70 feet of line in large loops and held them in his left hand.  This is way more line than a newbie should be trying to cast.  Next, he threw his rod back with a jerk as he looked over his right shoulder.  This meant he could watch as the line laid out on the water behind him.  Satisfied with what he saw, he yanked his arm forward, catching his hat with the fly.

Unable to hold the extra line, the rod, his hat and unhook himself, he splashed back to shore, where his wife set him free.  The only reason Steve and I were not rolling on the ground at this point is that we are kind and highly sophisticated men who would never do anything to mock another fellow traveler.  We were also busy bringing in trout that were too dumb to be spooked by the commotion near us, trout that were still interested in the silly looking Mouse Tails.  When I say “silly looking,” picture a large white salmon egg attached to a pink worm’s body.  Seriously, who figures out that fish will go for such a thing? Yet they do.

Anyway, back to Orvis Man.  Freed of his hook, he waded back into the water to do battle once again, lures clanking on his chest and fly rod at ready.  Up to his arm pits in cold High Sierra water, he whipped his rod all the way back and down behind him and side-armed it forward.  The line slapped the water behind him, this time missing him as it came forward and landed to the right of his feet.  Frustration was beginning to show on his face.  Back and forth Orvis Man whipped the rod, splashing the line in front, to the side and behind him.  Amazingly, he was missing himself.

At this point, having gone from snicker to stunned fascination to overwhelming pity, I leaned over to Steve as he pulled in yet another nice trout and said:  “Maybe I should go over and show him how to cast?”  Steve’s response was: “No, don’t embarrass him in front of his wife.”  That was probably good advice, but no one wants to watch a puppy being tortured, and this pup was torturing himself right before our eyes.

A normal fly cast starts with the rod tip aiming down.  You pull back quickly to 2 o’clock, pause briefly until the line straightens out behind you and the rod loads up, then cast forward to 10.  Dropping the rod back to 3 or 4 o’clock, as Orvis Man was doing, is a recipe for disaster, especially when standing in water up to his waist.  He proved the point by next snagging the fly on the back of his fishing vest.  Once again, Orvis Man splashed back to shore so his wife could unhook him.  Then she resumed the statue-like pose, hands folded in front of her.

That second snag seemed to take something out of Orvis Man.  He went back to the giant blop of power bait and bobber setup, though never leaving it in the water for more than a minute or two.  As my Grandfather used to tell me when he and I fished this very same section of the High Sierra, “You’ve got to leave your line in the water if you want to catch a fish.”   I wanted to impart at least that bit of borrowed wisdom to Orvis Man.  Unfortunately, he removed the opportunity by marching back to shore, back ram-rod straight and eyes forward.  There the couple gathered up their gear and headed toward the parking area.

About an hour or so later the sun was slipping below the highest mountain peaks and Steve and I walked back to our car. On the way we gave a stringer of fish to a group of campers who were making trout tacos.   They were delighted with the gift, offering to share their meal with us, but we declined and continued on.  As we were putting our rods in the car, I looked across the parking lot and saw Orvis Man leaning against his white Hyundai, pulling off his waders.  He saw me and quickly turned away.

Steve was still kidding me for feeling bad about Orvis Man’s fishing ineptitude when we pulled into the town of Mammoth Lakes, about 20 miles north of Rock Creek Lake, and headed for Perry’s Italian restaurant.  We no sooner dropped into a booth when I looked right and saw – you guessed it – Orvis Man and his wife.  They were directly across the restaurant from us. Were they ordering fish?  I don’t know.  We were still avoiding eye contact.

1949 Individual Photo

Eugene Louis Handley b

 

1951 Team Photo

Hollywood Stars 1951b

1951 Team Roster

 

Hollywood Stars 1951 Team b

1952 Team Photo

 

Hollywood Stars 1952 b

1952 Team Roster
Hollywood Stars 1952 Team b

1953 Team Photo

Hollywood Stars 1953 b

1953 Team Roster
Hollywood Stars 1953 Team b

For Additional Hollywood Stars Team Photos And Memorabilia, Click This Link

 For a free digital copy of one of these photos, write bizgary at hotmail dot com

 

Leftovers from Gary’s obsession with his favorite PCL Team 

Leftovers from Gary’s obsession with his favorite PCL Team