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Mary Patricia Lindores (b. December 17, 1928, d. September 04, 1984)

Mickie and Richie Beltran

Mary Patricia Lindores (daughter of Alexander Lindores and Ida Wells) was born December 17, 1928 in Victoria, B.C. either 17,19, and died September 04, 1984 in Glendale, California. She married Richard Beltran, son of Mr. Beltran and Mrs. Beltran.

Notes for Mary Patricia Lindores:
Mickey's ashes were scattered at Todd Inlet in British Columbia, Canada

Continued from Yvonne Lindore Ferguson's note page:
At the end of 7th grade, Miss Davis got married (she was my teacher & principal of Strawberry Vale School). We got a new teacher and he said our class was too big & some of us would have to bus to the high school. He asked for volunteers, most of the girls put up their hands. NOT ME! I'd never had a man teacher & I wanted to stay. So, he decided all the girls would bus, and when it came to me, I just out & told him, I didn't want to go. So, he said, "You wouldn't want to be the only girl let here with all these boys?" and I said, "yes, I would!!!" After the laughter died down, he told me that I had to go with the other girls to high school. I didn't stay there too long, as Dad got his visa to go to the states. It was my dad's life dream come true. He, mom & us kids had decided that Los Angeles was the best place to get a job. It was a big city, and he had to get a job before mom & us kids could go down & join him. One thing I should mention, Sandy was born when I was 12, and we spoiled her. Played with her like a baby doll! She was about 14 months old, when dad sent for us. Mom sold our house & most of our belongings, she shipped the rest to our new home on Greensward Road, Atwater, District of Los Angeles, right next to Glendale & Griffith Park.
Here was another big adventure!! We didn't need galoshes or woolen clothes anymore. Dad discarded his wool suits and started wearing hawaiian shirts. It was hard for me to get acclimatized to the hot weather. My nose started bleeding & wouldn't stop, so Mom & Dad had to call the doctor. They came to the house back then. I was to stay in bed for a week & I took this awful tasting medicine. But it worked & I was ok again. But I had to stay out of the heat of the day. I still get ill if I'm out in the hot part of the day for long.
My dad was always bringing new kinds fruits & things, from Central Market in L.A. It was wonderful, pomegranates, limes, you name it. Pastrami, who ever heard of it! And coffee--little frozen boxes - the first instant coffee. Oranges - I could have all I wanted. Once on my 9th birthday, I asked for a few oranges for my birthday. And I got a whole bag. There were scarce & expensive in Canada. Avocados-guacamole. Going to Olivera Street to get tacos. Bananas, so cheap, I wished Pete Austen could see them! Back then they had electric trains that came out from L.A. and through Atwater right to Burbank. They came every 20 minutes & you could go either way. There wsa the Atwater Movie House, just a couple blocks from home. We went every week with Mom &Dad. It was a joyful time. The boulevarde (Glendale Blvd) had a lot of stores, Clark's drugstore was next to Beaches Market where Mom & Dad did their grocery shopping. I loved a root beer float & felt so big ordering our floats. I liked going to Glendale, it was closer to home & was more compact than L.A. I went to Irving Jr. High School for a year & then entered John Marshall High School.
I was in the volunteers in 10th grade, then another service organization in the 11th grade. When there was a fire drill we had to make sure everyone was out of our section of the building. This one man teacher refused to go. So, I just said, ok, Burn up then & left the building. I was also in the French club & I earned my letter sweater & the lettter, through GAA, On weekends, I'd meet the twins in Glendale & we go to a movie & the go to Bob's Big Boys for a burger. Then I'd get on the bus. There was a curfew of 10p & I was usually on the bus by 10! I also had a friend Nina & Angela Loo. We went to see Occidental College, Nina had her dad's car. They were deciding which college they wanted to go to. I had hoped to too. Then in 1949 Mom & Dad packed us up, sold the house, as the Parees wanted them to go into a grocery store business. It was in Cadboro Bay. It had a big house right on the store. We were just 2 blocks from the beach. Leon & I slept upstairs in the attic, Dad, Mom & Sandy slept downstairs. Phillip & Geo Paree & daughter Judy slept downstairs & Granpa Paree slept on a couch in the living room. I learned how to clerk in a store & on weekends served icecream cones to people who came up from the beach.
On the train going from L.A. to Seattle, I met your Dad, Jack L. Ferguson. We exchanged addresses and wrote infrequently.
The church put on dances & I learned the shottiche & some round dances. I went to Victoria High School to finish up the 12th year. I met Pat Yip. Then I got a job with the govt. health services as a clerk. It was rough, because the store was open from 9-8 at night. Every day of the week, mom and Phil worked every day & as soon as I got off the bus, I put on my apron & served all the people I was on the bus with. The bus stopped at the store, made a loop, then came back to the sotre & then back to Victoria. I worked Sundays to give mom and Aunt PHil a rest. After a year and half, they sold the store & we went back to Los Angeles & bought th house on Glen Manor Place. It was a nice house, it had 2 bedrooms & a nice guest house in back, off the garage, with it's own bathroom. I got a job at National Security Bank, they trained me as a bookkeeper and I was pretty good at it. Dad & I had started writing to each other more & more. Then he proposed through the mail & sent my engagement ring, through the mail. And when we got married, I quit my job. We went to Ft. Ord & were at Camp Roberts for a few months. Then they sent us to Ft. Hauchuca in Arizona. I couldn't stand the heat. So dad put in for a transfer & this is when we went to Reno for the first time. We met Ray & Cathy at this time. Holly was born in San Fransisco at the Army Hospital, Letterman. And we took her home to Reno over the Sierras.
Then the army sent Dad to Las Vegas to look after the Army Reserves. After 8 months we went to Monterray to the language school & took "Chinese" for a whole year. Scot was born at Ft. Ord. Then Dad went to Korea for 16 months, ,and Holly, Scot & I went to LA and stayed with Nana & Pa. When Jack got home we bought a truck & the army sent us back to Ft. Bragg in North Carolina. Then when we re-upped, we took our leave time & we went to Reno & Dad re-upped at Ft. Ord. Rod was born in Salinas. Dad taught Army Administration here. Then Dad got us sent back to Ft. Bragg, because the chance for a promotion was a lot better back East. And he made Warrant Officer which is a wonderful grade to be in. It takes an act of Congress to riff a warrant. Then we were sent to Germany. Haether was born just a few months before this. We stayed with Nana until we flew to Germany. During this time at Ft. Bragg, my dad died of heart disease, he was 58. And we drove all the way to LA for his funeral (in his wallet was my note about my big toe and a note from HOlly to him). And while we were in LA, we used our savings & took the kids to Disneyland, before heading back to N.Carolina.
Dad was stationed in Germany 3 years. We had to buy Dad all new officers uniforms, coats & hat. So for a couple of years money was really tight & we paid Nana money every month, as she lent me the moneyt o fly me, you 4 kids to Germany. It was over $1,200.00 That was alot of money to us & to Nana also, she didn't get any Social Security. She was too young for that. We still managed to go camping & to see castles. When Dad got a bonus from our insurance company, we all drove down to Los Palamos, Spain (on the mediterranean). It was neat camping there. We loved Holland; saw the tulip gardens & Maduradam (the miniature city), visited the couple we met in Spain. They had an apt. in Den Haag. We saw the North See & the Zreyder Zee. We went to Holland manytimes it was our favorite country.
We went to Heidleberg Castle, Wurtzberg Castle, Rotenberg Castle where Ronnie the pig lived. We also saw the fairy castle that Ludwig built (Neuschwaanstein Castle). We also camped at Eibsee, where Crabby Appleton german lady ran the campground (boy was she a meanie). We wnet on a boat over the lake. They blew a flugelhorn, so we could hear it echo off the mountains. We went to Konigsee also in Bavaria!
We got another bonus from our insurance company & took you kids to St. Moritz, Switzerland where we stayed in a fancy hotel on a lake. At 7pm at night everyone put their shoes outside their doors and they would be polished overnight. Everyone went to bed early as they'd go hiking early in the morning. We went on a Klag train up the mountain, to where we got the skycar that took us a mile over valleys & up to a restaurant on another mountain. It was a nice restaurant & the waitress let me put Heather in her room as Heather was sleeping. So we ate in peace & collected Heather on our way down. I bought a nice clock there. Holly and Scot got sick from the food at the hotel we stayed at. It was so rich. We headed for a USAA base in case the kids got worse. They were happy to get American food & started getting better.
We lived on the economy for 5 or 6 months when we first got there in a town called Klein Krotzenberg. Otto & Katha lived next door & we became good friends. They couldn't speak English & we couldn't speak German. They helped us alot, with all the neighbors and our landlord. They had a garden plot outside of town & Otto would put Rod on the back of his bike & take him along. Rod got his foot caught in the wheel one day & it must've hurt. Otto felt so bad.
Holly & Scot were chasing each other the day we went to Switzerland and Holly ran into the bathroom and shut the door on Scot. His hands went through the glass door & Holly got cut when the glass door slipped out and cut her wrists. Dad had to take you both up to the army base & get stitches in your wrists. I put clean diapers around your arms, you were bleeding all over. Dad was up at the base, signing out to get our leave to go to Switzerland when this happened. Dad took the stitches out himself while we were in Switzerland.
We moved to Hanau into an Army apt. Otto & Katta would come up & have supper with us every few months and they'd invite us over to their place. We also got a maid, Ottie. She wasn't a very good one. She just wanted to be near Americans. She's been trained as an executive secretary. She had one boy who was spoiled rotten. After a year I new her well enough, to talk her into going back to being a secretary. I told her Americans weren't so great and she was only getting twenty-five cents per hour. Her husband was so happy when she quit me & went back to working as a secretary.
At Christmas the batchelors loved coming to our apt. They would try & help us put your toys together. On Christmas day they usually broke some of them too! You got shorty skis one year. We took you to the Taunus Mts. so you could try them out. We had Rod on a sled and we turned our backs for one minute & Rod was going down the hill straight for some spike bushes and barbed wire. We finally got to him and he was scratched up alot as he hit the bushes. When we lived in Klein Krotzenberg, Holly worked at a feed store just a block down from the house. The people (the Koch's) who owned it had a daughter, older than Holly. Holly learned good German there. When the daughter got married, we were invited to the wedding & reception. Holly was a flower girl or something (Note from Holly, I carried the train)
That was a unique experience.
In themiddle of our apts was a big playyard. I could watch the kids play. Scot always liked fighting games & wrestling. He & Holly picked blackberries one year & sold them. Enough for a blackberry pie in each box & the recipe. They called these fishbowl apts, as you could see straight through from the living room and out the dining room window.
When our time was up we went by train to Hamberg (the Port). We were put on the ship called "The Patch" and spent the next 9-10 days on it. I got seasick. They had movies & bingo etc onthere.
When we arrived at the dock in Brookln, we could see all the luggage being unloaded. And all of a sudden we see our bags & then snap, the line broke & our luggage landed on the dock a few yards from us. I ran over because I didn't want to lose anything. We got our stuff, though those Brooklyn dock workers kept yelling at us to sue the company. We collected our car & drove to PAA & picked up a Scotty trailer, and headed for Ft. Bragg. We got housing pretty quick, though, becuase the Viet Nam war was on. Jack decided to retire, because he knew his unit was going to Viet Nam and he figured his luck couldn't hold out much longer. It was December when we left Ft. Bragg & going over the Smokies we ran into the worst snow of the Century. We got to Reno & rented a neat old 2 story brick house on Nixon Ave. Then we bought a 4 bedroom house in a subdivision out In Raleigh Heights. Jack went to the Univ. of Nevada to get his teaching degree. He worked as a bouncer at the Nevada Club and at Harrahs.
When he got his degree, he was offered a teachingjob in Winnemucca, Nev. We didn't like it much out there & we left for L.A. We moved to San Clemente, hoping for a teaching job. None showed up, so we packed up again & headed for Florida & he got a job in Pensacola. We stayed 6 years there then I was homesick for Calif. so we moved back out here & ended up in Newcastle, near the Sierra Mountains.
I love the mountains.
The End
Yvonne Mabel Lindores
My Mom, Mickeys', ashes are scattered by the back entrance of Butcharts Garden. We thought it only fitting. Aunty Lil stood guard with my husband Mike and I scattered them. That was in l986. Elisa

More About Mary Patricia Lindores:
Burial: Unknown, Ashes spread in Butscher's Garden, Canada.

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