Happy Birthday Father-Dad
DearREADERS,
OK, I'll admit I'm blatantly using my web site with this daily column to advertise the fact that I'm very proud its my dad's birthday, 15 September. Way back in 1918, Myrtle (Weiser), wife of Shirl Player gave birth to a son named Glen in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah. These means dad has arrived at the ripe, wonderful age of 82!
Dad's father Shirl had been raised just west of Temple Square, attending West High School. HIS father, Alma Oades Player was the son of pioneers Charles Warner and Betsey Oades Player. HIS father, William Warner Player and his wife Zillah Saunders joined the LDS Church in England. The arrived by boat in New Orleans, and traveled by riverboat up the Mississippi to Nauvoo. Here William served as a stone mason on the Nauvoo, Illinois LDS Temple.
Here's this brief family history in descendant chart form:
William Warner Player
b - 3 Mar 1793, Chelsea, Middlesex, England
d - 23 Feb 1873, Salt Lake City, Utah
m - 1821, St. Luke's, Old Street, England
Zillah Saunders
b - 25 Jul 1788, Maidenhead, Berkshire, England
d - 3 Dec 1867, Salt Lake City, Utah
THEIR SON:
Charles Warner Player
b - 19 Jun 1827, Lane End, London, England
d - 29 Aug 1884, Salt Lake City, Utah
m - Bef 7 Mar 1850, Pottawattamie, Iowa
Betsey Oades
b - 25 Sep 1829, Kruel, Lincolnshire, England
d - 27 Oct 1912, Salt Lake City, Utah
THEIR SON:
Alma Oades Player
b - 12 Dec 1862, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 26 Nov 1929, Salt Lake City, Utah
m - 15 Nov 1886, Salt Lake City, Utah
Mary Elizabeth Wright
b - 22 Oct 1862, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 16 Jun 1903, Salt Lake City, Utah
THEIR SON:
Shirley Player
b - 4 Aug 1888, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 15 Mar 1942, Seattle, King, Washington
m - 5 Jun 1917, Hailey, Blaine, Idaho
Myrtle Eliza Weiser
b - 15 May 1896, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 28 Sep 1972, Medina, King, Washington
THEIR SON is my dad!
Gosh, when I look back over the nearly 50 years I've known my dad, we've been through so much together! I remember trips to Orcas island, Yakima (east of the mountains), Banff, Lake Louise and Disneyland. We used to go visit Grandma Myrtle on the weekends. She'd fix baked chicken for Sunday dinner. (Hand over those chicken bones, for her to "clean" off every last bite!) I can recall the peculiar smell of the model airplane fuel as dad would help us fly our two-foot wing spanner in the field out back behind Grandma Myrtle's home in Puyallup, Washington.
Dad is very ingenious, having designed and constructed the retractable swimming pool cover back in the 1960s. He figured out a "drip system" to automatically water all the potted plants on the several decks and patios around the house. Now these systems are sold as a matter of course at most home improvement garden shops.
Dad taught us to do our very best at anything we decide to do. Nothing half-way about it would do. Honesty and a hard-day's work were his requirements of a good life. Manys the time I sat waiting for him to do his hospital rounds before and after going to the office with him on summer vacations. I don't think I really helped all that much, but I did enjoy seeing how his patients loved him!
Not only did Dad make us work hard -- we played hard too! He taught us to water ski on Lake Washington, but wasn't satisfied with simple slalom or banana skiis. He build an aqua-plane and a round "discus" to add to our
repertoire of "Cypress Gardens"-type ski stunts. Dad was always adjusting the retractable rope tow assemblies.
I remember skipping back and forth across the wake, ducking under the longer ski rope pulling my brother Mike, or step-brothers Dan and Jim. Several times he made me stand or kneel on the shoulders of two of these strong siblings! They had the courage to go over the ski jump on the lake, but I always chickened out.
In those days dad's 20-24 foot Sea Ray had a Mercury outboard motor. (I don't recall the horsepower (maybe 350?), but it was a HUGE black thing!) Now Dad prefers Sea Rays with the OMC stern drive. The newer bow-rider models are ideal for coming in to the shallow waters surrounding the San Juan Islands up in the Straits of Juan de Fuca. What camping adventures Dad had with my brothers! How he loved taking my girls out to "Puffin Island" and over to Roach Harbor for dinner on the water front, and the traditional flag lowering ceremony at sunset. The young marrieds preferred going to Bilbo's for
Mexican.
These days my Dad is taking it easy more. He's given the keys of the boat to my brother Mike (after all, he's done most of the engine overhauls throughout the years!) Dad's active in his church work, and gets a big
kick out of the fact that I use him mom's first name as my genealogy column nom de plume! Sometimes I swear Dad purposefully forgets to put in those hearing aids! He has recovered from his stroke and heart problems enough to continue walking the dog around the lake at Medina Park.
Gosh, I miss ya Dad! Have a GREAT birthday! I love you!
For Further Reading:
My Dad - This is my Dad!
http://members.aol.com/dearmyrtle/dad1.htm
My Dad - The Great Hunter!
http://members.aol.com/dearmyrtle/dad2.htm
Summer Olympic Croquet Games.
http://members.aol.com/dearmyrtle/dad3.htm
Myrt :)
DearMYRTLE,
Daily Genealogy Columnist
America Online Keyword: roots or myrtle
www.DearMYRTLE.com
To post a message on this topic, go to Myrt's Message Board
DearREADERS,
OK, I'll admit I'm blatantly using my web site with this daily column to advertise the fact that I'm very proud its my dad's birthday, 15 September. Way back in 1918, Myrtle (Weiser), wife of Shirl Player gave birth to a son named Glen in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah. These means dad has arrived at the ripe, wonderful age of 82!
Dad's father Shirl had been raised just west of Temple Square, attending West High School. HIS father, Alma Oades Player was the son of pioneers Charles Warner and Betsey Oades Player. HIS father, William Warner Player and his wife Zillah Saunders joined the LDS Church in England. The arrived by boat in New Orleans, and traveled by riverboat up the Mississippi to Nauvoo. Here William served as a stone mason on the Nauvoo, Illinois LDS Temple.
Here's this brief family history in descendant chart form:
William Warner Player
b - 3 Mar 1793, Chelsea, Middlesex, England
d - 23 Feb 1873, Salt Lake City, Utah
m - 1821, St. Luke's, Old Street, England
Zillah Saunders
b - 25 Jul 1788, Maidenhead, Berkshire, England
d - 3 Dec 1867, Salt Lake City, Utah
THEIR SON:
Charles Warner Player
b - 19 Jun 1827, Lane End, London, England
d - 29 Aug 1884, Salt Lake City, Utah
m - Bef 7 Mar 1850, Pottawattamie, Iowa
Betsey Oades
b - 25 Sep 1829, Kruel, Lincolnshire, England
d - 27 Oct 1912, Salt Lake City, Utah
THEIR SON:
Alma Oades Player
b - 12 Dec 1862, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 26 Nov 1929, Salt Lake City, Utah
m - 15 Nov 1886, Salt Lake City, Utah
Mary Elizabeth Wright
b - 22 Oct 1862, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 16 Jun 1903, Salt Lake City, Utah
THEIR SON:
Shirley Player
b - 4 Aug 1888, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 15 Mar 1942, Seattle, King, Washington
m - 5 Jun 1917, Hailey, Blaine, Idaho
Myrtle Eliza Weiser
b - 15 May 1896, Salt Lake City, Utah
d - 28 Sep 1972, Medina, King, Washington
THEIR SON is my dad!
Gosh, when I look back over the nearly 50 years I've known my dad, we've been through so much together! I remember trips to Orcas island, Yakima (east of the mountains), Banff, Lake Louise and Disneyland. We used to go visit Grandma Myrtle on the weekends. She'd fix baked chicken for Sunday dinner. (Hand over those chicken bones, for her to "clean" off every last bite!) I can recall the peculiar smell of the model airplane fuel as dad would help us fly our two-foot wing spanner in the field out back behind Grandma Myrtle's home in Puyallup, Washington.
Dad is very ingenious, having designed and constructed the retractable swimming pool cover back in the 1960s. He figured out a "drip system" to automatically water all the potted plants on the several decks and patios around the house. Now these systems are sold as a matter of course at most home improvement garden shops.
Dad taught us to do our very best at anything we decide to do. Nothing half-way about it would do. Honesty and a hard-day's work were his requirements of a good life. Manys the time I sat waiting for him to do his hospital rounds before and after going to the office with him on summer vacations. I don't think I really helped all that much, but I did enjoy seeing how his patients loved him!
Not only did Dad make us work hard -- we played hard too! He taught us to water ski on Lake Washington, but wasn't satisfied with simple slalom or banana skiis. He build an aqua-plane and a round "discus" to add to our
repertoire of "Cypress Gardens"-type ski stunts. Dad was always adjusting the retractable rope tow assemblies.
I remember skipping back and forth across the wake, ducking under the longer ski rope pulling my brother Mike, or step-brothers Dan and Jim. Several times he made me stand or kneel on the shoulders of two of these strong siblings! They had the courage to go over the ski jump on the lake, but I always chickened out.
In those days dad's 20-24 foot Sea Ray had a Mercury outboard motor. (I don't recall the horsepower (maybe 350?), but it was a HUGE black thing!) Now Dad prefers Sea Rays with the OMC stern drive. The newer bow-rider models are ideal for coming in to the shallow waters surrounding the San Juan Islands up in the Straits of Juan de Fuca. What camping adventures Dad had with my brothers! How he loved taking my girls out to "Puffin Island" and over to Roach Harbor for dinner on the water front, and the traditional flag lowering ceremony at sunset. The young marrieds preferred going to Bilbo's for
Mexican.
These days my Dad is taking it easy more. He's given the keys of the boat to my brother Mike (after all, he's done most of the engine overhauls throughout the years!) Dad's active in his church work, and gets a big
kick out of the fact that I use him mom's first name as my genealogy column nom de plume! Sometimes I swear Dad purposefully forgets to put in those hearing aids! He has recovered from his stroke and heart problems enough to continue walking the dog around the lake at Medina Park.
Gosh, I miss ya Dad! Have a GREAT birthday! I love you!
For Further Reading:
My Dad - This is my Dad!
http://members.aol.com/dearmyrtle/dad1.htm
My Dad - The Great Hunter!
http://members.aol.com/dearmyrtle/dad2.htm
Summer Olympic Croquet Games.
http://members.aol.com/dearmyrtle/dad3.htm
Myrt :)
DearMYRTLE,
Daily Genealogy Columnist
America Online Keyword: roots or myrtle
www.DearMYRTLE.com
To post a message on this topic, go to Myrt's Message Board
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