Moments in the Life of Charles Dailey
Initiating the call was something like "Operator, I want to call 4378." The operator would comply and the other phone would ring. The connection was clear unless it was one of those ultra-expensive long distance calls, then you yelled to be heard. We didn't know it then, but this was an ancient prototype of cell yell.
In those years, it was not even a dream to carry your own phone in your pocket. But cell phones still have the batteries and ours last about a day.
One historical item that brings back painful memories is the razor strap. It was not used for shaving -- its purpose was to shape me up. As I recall now, there was just one level of discipline and that was to be avoided at all costs.
The Andres had lived in Oakland at the time of the 1930 census. When they moved to Florin and how Mother Dailey got acquainted with them is a mystery. During the week, John sold propane stoves and their bottled gas supply for a living. I have memories of visiting at their home often.
He was a Baptist man, but Bessie was an ardent Methodist and kept him in line by her carefully timed "spells" of brief sickness. They lived in the multi-story church parsonage that still stands next door. This is the same church building that became the meeting place of the Florin Road Church of Christ in 1962 and remains so today.
John, though of French heritage, played the German zither. He would get it out occasionally and play for guests. The art may be passing from the American scene.
Probing the Pioneer Population
A Memorable Example
During these years, I attended Sunday School at the First Christian Church, then at 27th and N, near the fort. The most important person there was "Mrs. Booth," my excellent Sunday School teacher. From the census records, I learned that she was Leland Booth and her husband was English-born Newton Booth. One summer they invited me to their orchard farm east of Sacramento on the Consumes River. There I learned to love apricots because they were fresh off of the trees. The visit was probably a week. Their kindness, and especially their grace, made a serious impact on my life when I was eight or nine.