"Harry loved the game of tennis. He was always able to beat me until he was about 70 at which time my three years of youth made a difference.
When I was eleven and he was fourteen we joined the Boy Scouts. We both made the rank of First Class so that we could go on a camping trip to Fish Lake in the Uintah Mountains of Utah. Fish Lake was an apt name. We caught so many fish that the Scout Master made us stop fishing until the group had eaten all we caught.
Harry was quite an athlete and won many foot races. He also dislocated a shoulder playing football in high school. He went to a parochial high school and I to a public one. I played football, too (at 132 lbs). My only injury was to get a tooth knocked out.
As I recall, Harry started to go to the U of U, but his education was interrupted by the depression. Dad had to move to East St. Louis for employment and the whole family went with him except me. I stayed in Salt Lake and continued my education. Harry got some work back East and added a little to his education. In 1933, I visited them in Belleville, Ill. during the summer after my sophomore year. Harry decided to go back to the U of Utah and get a degree. We traveled back together, and that trip was really something. We answered an ad in the newspaper by a guy who was looking for passengers to go west with him in his car. He was a proxy chaser, and his route to Salt Lake City was about as devious as could be. We went from St. Louis to Shreveport, La ,.across Texas (the long way), to San Diego, to Los Angeles then back up to Salt Lake City. His tires gave out, so we had to advance the money for some new used ones. We never got repaid, but in spite of that, I'd say the cost per mile for the trip was minimal.
While enrolled in the U, we roomed together. Board and room cost us $30 each per month. That was 1930-34 and the depression was still in full swing. The landlady fixed lunch for us, too, but almost always peanut butter sandwiches. Anyway, we managed to get through two years more of college, and we graduated on the same day. I think I have some pictures of us on graduation day. Harry headed back to Belleville and I went to Stanford.
As I recall, Harry eventually got a job at that research institution near Ohio State and lived with our Aunt Chris on Kelton Ave(?) in Columbus. I don't have many details of his life in that period, however it must have been eventful because before I knew it he was married to Kay (Kathryn). I lived in Inglewood while working for Douglas. Brother Bob lived in Burbank about thirty miles away working for Lockheed. Harry and Kay came west on their honeymoon, and we had a reunion of sorts in Burbank with Bob and Lo, our mother and me. I think Aunt Chris was there, too, and a great uncle whom I had never met before. Our Dad was not there because he was working in Mexico way out in the sticks at a place called Temisco in the State of Guerrero.
That's about all that comes to mind regarding our lives together."
Brother Fred C Allen Memories.
When I was eleven and he was fourteen we joined the Boy Scouts. We both made the rank of First Class so that we could go on a camping trip to Fish Lake in the Uintah Mountains of Utah. Fish Lake was an apt name. We caught so many fish that the Scout Master made us stop fishing until the group had eaten all we caught.
Harry was quite an athlete and won many foot races. He also dislocated a shoulder playing football in high school. He went to a parochial high school and I to a public one. I played football, too (at 132 lbs). My only injury was to get a tooth knocked out.
As I recall, Harry started to go to the U of U, but his education was interrupted by the depression. Dad had to move to East St. Louis for employment and the whole family went with him except me. I stayed in Salt Lake and continued my education. Harry got some work back East and added a little to his education. In 1933, I visited them in Belleville, Ill. during the summer after my sophomore year. Harry decided to go back to the U of Utah and get a degree. We traveled back together, and that trip was really something. We answered an ad in the newspaper by a guy who was looking for passengers to go west with him in his car. He was a proxy chaser, and his route to Salt Lake City was about as devious as could be. We went from St. Louis to Shreveport, La ,.across Texas (the long way), to San Diego, to Los Angeles then back up to Salt Lake City. His tires gave out, so we had to advance the money for some new used ones. We never got repaid, but in spite of that, I'd say the cost per mile for the trip was minimal.
While enrolled in the U, we roomed together. Board and room cost us $30 each per month. That was 1930-34 and the depression was still in full swing. The landlady fixed lunch for us, too, but almost always peanut butter sandwiches. Anyway, we managed to get through two years more of college, and we graduated on the same day. I think I have some pictures of us on graduation day. Harry headed back to Belleville and I went to Stanford.
As I recall, Harry eventually got a job at that research institution near Ohio State and lived with our Aunt Chris on Kelton Ave(?) in Columbus. I don't have many details of his life in that period, however it must have been eventful because before I knew it he was married to Kay (Kathryn). I lived in Inglewood while working for Douglas. Brother Bob lived in Burbank about thirty miles away working for Lockheed. Harry and Kay came west on their honeymoon, and we had a reunion of sorts in Burbank with Bob and Lo, our mother and me. I think Aunt Chris was there, too, and a great uncle whom I had never met before. Our Dad was not there because he was working in Mexico way out in the sticks at a place called Temisco in the State of Guerrero.
That's about all that comes to mind regarding our lives together."
Brother Fred C Allen Memories.
"Harry loved the game of tennis. He was always able to beat me until he was about 70 at which time my three years of youth made a difference.
When I was eleven and he was fourteen we joined the Boy Scouts. We both made the rank of First Class so that we could go on a camping trip to Fish Lake in the Uintah Mountains of Utah. Fish Lake was an apt name. We caught so many fish that the Scout Master made us stop fishing until the group had eaten all we caught.
Harry was quite an athlete and won many foot races. He also dislocated a shoulder playing football in high school. He went to a parochial high school and I to a public one. I played football, too (at 132 lbs). My only injury was to get a tooth knocked out.
As I recall, Harry started to go to the U of U, but his education was interrupted by the depression. Dad had to move to East St. Louis for employment and the whole family went with him except me. I stayed in Salt Lake and continued my education. Harry got some work back East and added a little to his education. In 1933, I visited them in Belleville, Ill. during the summer after my sophomore year. Harry decided to go back to the U of Utah and get a degree. We traveled back together, and that trip was really something. We answered an ad in the newspaper by a guy who was looking for passengers to go west with him in his car. He was a proxy chaser, and his route to Salt Lake City was about as devious as could be. We went from St. Louis to Shreveport, La ,.across Texas (the long way), to San Diego, to Los Angeles then back up to Salt Lake City. His tires gave out, so we had to advance the money for some new used ones. We never got repaid, but in spite of that, I'd say the cost per mile for the trip was minimal.
While enrolled in the U, we roomed together. Board and room cost us $30 each per month. That was 1930-34 and the depression was still in full swing. The landlady fixed lunch for us, too, but almost always peanut butter sandwiches. Anyway, we managed to get through two years more of college, and we graduated on the same day. I think I have some pictures of us on graduation day. Harry headed back to Belleville and I went to Stanford.
As I recall, Harry eventually got a job at that research institution near Ohio State and lived with our Aunt Chris on Kelton Ave(?) in Columbus. I don't have many details of his life in that period, however it must have been eventful because before I knew it he was married to Kay (Kathryn). I lived in Inglewood while working for Douglas. Brother Bob lived in Burbank about thirty miles away working for Lockheed. Harry and Kay came west on their honeymoon, and we had a reunion of sorts in Burbank with Bob and Lo, our mother and me. I think Aunt Chris was there, too, and a great uncle whom I had never met before. Our Dad was not there because he was working in Mexico way out in the sticks at a place called Temisco in the State of Guerrero.
That's about all that comes to mind regarding our lives together."
Brother Fred C Allen Memories.
When I was eleven and he was fourteen we joined the Boy Scouts. We both made the rank of First Class so that we could go on a camping trip to Fish Lake in the Uintah Mountains of Utah. Fish Lake was an apt name. We caught so many fish that the Scout Master made us stop fishing until the group had eaten all we caught.
Harry was quite an athlete and won many foot races. He also dislocated a shoulder playing football in high school. He went to a parochial high school and I to a public one. I played football, too (at 132 lbs). My only injury was to get a tooth knocked out.
As I recall, Harry started to go to the U of U, but his education was interrupted by the depression. Dad had to move to East St. Louis for employment and the whole family went with him except me. I stayed in Salt Lake and continued my education. Harry got some work back East and added a little to his education. In 1933, I visited them in Belleville, Ill. during the summer after my sophomore year. Harry decided to go back to the U of Utah and get a degree. We traveled back together, and that trip was really something. We answered an ad in the newspaper by a guy who was looking for passengers to go west with him in his car. He was a proxy chaser, and his route to Salt Lake City was about as devious as could be. We went from St. Louis to Shreveport, La ,.across Texas (the long way), to San Diego, to Los Angeles then back up to Salt Lake City. His tires gave out, so we had to advance the money for some new used ones. We never got repaid, but in spite of that, I'd say the cost per mile for the trip was minimal.
While enrolled in the U, we roomed together. Board and room cost us $30 each per month. That was 1930-34 and the depression was still in full swing. The landlady fixed lunch for us, too, but almost always peanut butter sandwiches. Anyway, we managed to get through two years more of college, and we graduated on the same day. I think I have some pictures of us on graduation day. Harry headed back to Belleville and I went to Stanford.
As I recall, Harry eventually got a job at that research institution near Ohio State and lived with our Aunt Chris on Kelton Ave(?) in Columbus. I don't have many details of his life in that period, however it must have been eventful because before I knew it he was married to Kay (Kathryn). I lived in Inglewood while working for Douglas. Brother Bob lived in Burbank about thirty miles away working for Lockheed. Harry and Kay came west on their honeymoon, and we had a reunion of sorts in Burbank with Bob and Lo, our mother and me. I think Aunt Chris was there, too, and a great uncle whom I had never met before. Our Dad was not there because he was working in Mexico way out in the sticks at a place called Temisco in the State of Guerrero.
That's about all that comes to mind regarding our lives together."
Brother Fred C Allen Memories.
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