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Robert Charles Davidson (1915 – 1985)

07/30/1915 – 10/02/1985

Relation To Me:  Maternal Great-Grandfather

Father: Eddie Erwin Davidson (1889 – 1969)

Mother: Elizabeth Hagen Davidson (1889 – 1918)

Spouse: Lorraine Mildred Lewis Davidson (1921 – 2002)

Daughter: Jean Lorraine Davidson House

Son: Robert Eddy Davidson (1942 – 1942)

Daughter: Carol Davidson Bush

Trinidad Holy Trinity Catholic Church, Black and White, by T.M. Schultze
Trinidad Holy Trinity Catholic Church, Black and White, by T.M. Schultze

Robert Davidson was born July 30, 1915, in Colorado.  He was baptized in 1915 at the Holy Trinidad Catholic Church in Trinidad, Colorado.  His family lived in a nearby ranching settlement called Boncarbo, Colorado.

At this time, the area had been primarily a mining region for 40 years.  Just before he was born, the Ludlow Massacre occurred just North of Trinidad when 1,200 striking mine workers were attacked by guards.  That ine was owned by the son of one John D. Rockefeller.

Luckily, it seems the family primarily worked in the ranching and timber industries, avoiding the tensions and incidents native to Colorado’s mining history.

His Mother, Elizabeth Hagen (born 1889), died in 1918 during the Spanish Flu Pandemic.  He was primarily raised by his Grandparents when his Father Eddie (born 1889) worked in the timber industry.

He later met and married Lorraine Lewis (my Great Grandmother) in September 25, 1938.

He served in the United States Army from 1943 to 1947 during World War II.

He worked primarily in the timber industry.  As a result, the Davidson family was often on the move as work was available.  This included living in places such as Grass Valley, South Gate, Flagstaff, and Mentone (among other places).

He was not tall but was known as a well-built and imposing figure.  I remember as a child marveling at the size of his arms, obviously built from his life felling and hauling trees.

When I was a child, I enjoyed visiting his home in Mentone, California.  When we visited, my Brother and I knew that also meant we were going to get have a soda.

Quarter Horse Given To Robert Davidson
Quarter Horse Given To Robert Davidson

When he was in hospice in 1985, I got him a gift of a quarter-horse figurine (I seem to remember it being a Pic N’ Save).  After he passed away, it stayed in a windowsill of their family home.  After my Great-Grandmother passed away in 2002, I was given the figurine and it is one of the most important family heirlooms I have.

Davidson Flag Memorial – Montecito Cemetery

He is buried at Montecito Memorial Park and Mortuary in Colton California.  He is buried next to his Father and with his wife in Area Olive, plot 482-2.

Robert Davidson on horse, 1937


Grandma Stories



A Blue Turkey Dinner

By Jeannie House

Everyone’s at the table and ready to eat

Where is the turkey someone asked

I know there’s turkey, dressing, and pie

I can smell them.

Where are Grandma and Mom

Go look in the kitchen.

The turkey is ready

The dressing is there

And the pumpkin pie’s

But oh my, look at Grandma and Mom

They have been in the Blue Nun wine

I guess this Thanksgiving

Will be, serve yourself

A Pictorial Tribute To My Grandfather

A Pictorial Tribute To My Grandfather

Arnold Ray House (10/24/1938 – 04/13/2016)

Yesterday, my family said goodbye to Arnold Ray House, a great man, a wonderful husband, father, brother, grandparent, and great grandparent.

I will say a little more about my grandfather below, but I wanted to share some images from throughout the years.

Clicking on any of the images below will allow you to view as a slideshow.  Don’t forget to read the rest of my tribute below the images.

It is really hard to adequately describe my grandfather’s influence on my life.  He grew up an Okie, and while he didn’t have an extensive formal education, I can attest to the fact that was a genius in ways this world overlooks.  He could build anything, fix anything, analyze anything, and his trade work made him an excellent mathematician.  He began his work life as a teenager and bought his first home at the age of 21.  How many Ivy Leaguers can say they accomplished that so early without any help?

My virtual second home as a child was the home he built in Angelus Oaks, the first of 2 homes he built himself.  I have so many incredible memories of playing outside among the pine trees, enjoying the beautiful deck that spanned the length of the house, and even the futuristic (to a little kid) trash compactor he installed in the kitchen.

At one point, my grandfather decided to start his own business.  It was called Arnold House Cabinets and operated out of Mentone, California.  I remember hours of playing with his scrap wood and he allowed me to make all kids of creations.  He had a nail-gun, which for a kid was like owning your own personal ICBM.  He used to joke that where I needed a single nail, I would always drive 3.  I used to issue my rebuttal that I needed every one of those nails, but I did concede that operating that nail-gun was pretty amazing.

My grandparents moved to Yuma, in the snowbird community of Fortuna Foothills.  The area is a winter host to thousands who spend the colder months away from their primary homes in Canada and the Northern United States.  I always joked that my grandparents had as many millionaire neighbors as somebody off Rodeo Drive, but it really wasn’t far from the truth.

Once again, a vacant lot of land became a beautiful home, the second he built by hand.  He did literally all of the work himself except the trusses (which required a crane) and the drywall because his back was aching.  I have no doubt that if his back wasn’t acting up he would have done the drywall too.  He was in his late 60s at this point.  He was still very strong.

My grandfather really enjoyed afternoons out on the patio with my grandmother.  He set up a bird bath and feeder.  Birds flocked to their property.  With my grandmother, he admired the visitors and cursed those invasive Eurasian Doves.  The bird feeder on my own patio came to fruition because of the time I spent with them.

My grandparents often played dominos on the patio, and I remember him frequently teasing my grandmother and saying she was cheating when he lost.  Funny.

It was just recently that I had dinner with my grandparents, and my grandfather kept elbowing me to keep eating.  I had way too many pieces of garlic bread.  He always made me eat!

I remember recently going out with my grandfather on his ATV/golf cart vehicle.  It was Arizona street-legal, complete with license plate.  He gave me a lot of ribbing that I sucked at shifting gears in it, you know, us young people going soft.  My grandfather was in his mid-70s at this point, riding around the neighborhood. Just remarkable.

In simple terms, my grandfather was one of the easiest persons in the world to have a conversation with.  He knew a lot about everything.  I have never met a person in the world who could strike up a conversation as easily as him.  In his last couple days, be discussed all kinds of things:  fishing, my car getting old, places he lived, things he made, and plans for the future.  Those conversations were priceless, and I know my entire family feels the same way.

These are just a few of the memories, and I have no doubt I will revisit this post over and over again to add more detail.

This past week has been very sad for our entire family.  My grandfather was somebody who had an ease, amiability, and strength that I can only hope to emulate in my later years.  He left this world in good spirits, but he leaves an incredible void for everyone who knew him well.

Grandpa, thank you for being a great man, a great example, and a wonderful human being.  I am going to miss you greatly.  I will do my best to follow in your footsteps.