Fred Allison Hillard was the son of Elizabeth "Lizzie" Atlantis Richardson (1868-1942) and George Edwin Hillard (1861-1950). He was named for his father's brother, Frederick Warren Hillard and his mother's cousin Allison L. Dean.
He graduated from Spring Hill Grammar School in 1919. When he started his schooling at Spring Hill Grammar School it was a one room converted barn with a sliding door on one end of the building. There were eight grades in one room, arranged in rows by grade, and their teacher was Mrs. Downey. In 1914, an addition was built onto the old building that added two new rooms creating a modern three room school. Portions of the school remain today as a private residence. Fred's son, Lee, attended the same three room school in the 7th and 8th grades in 1950 -1951. Fred graduated from Analy Union High School, Sebastopol, California in 1923.
In 1923, he went to work in the "Fellers and Hillard Garage" in Sebastopol. The garage was owned by his brother in law, Frank Lorenzo Fellers, and his older brother, Charles Richardson Hillard.
In December 1927, Fred moved to southern California where he was employed as a Certified Aircraft Welder and Machinist by various aviation companies including Thunderbird, Lockheed, Otto Timm, Vultee, Douglas and C. H. Quackenbush. He met Charles Lindberg when Mr. Lindberg visited with Otto Timm in the early 1930's.
He was married to Mary Louise Duncan (1912-1997) on May 15, 1931 at the First Baptist Church, Glendale, Los Angeles County, California by the Rev. T. Witcolm Brougher.
Children:
• Gay Joan Pedrick Kagy (1935-__)
• Lee Allen Hillard (Lois)(1937-__) •
During WW II, while working for Charles H. Quackenbush, in Glendale, he arc welded the ends on the flap and aileron struts for Lockheed's P-38 'Lightning' aircraft for several years. You will find his initials "FAH" stamped on virtually every strut on those P-38's now still flying or located in aircraft museums.
Fred never enjoyed living in southern California and in the spring of 1950 they sold their home in La Crescenta, and returned to Sebastopol, which he always called "God's Country". They lived in the home built by his father on Spring Hill while they constructed a new Post Adobe home at 11264 Barnett Valley Road. Fred worked at Weeks Hardware as a pump and well repairman until 1953 when he accepted a position as a machinist with Optical Coating Laboratory Inc. in Santa Rosa, where he remained employed until 1960. From 1960 until 1962 he was employed as a toolmaker by Albert E. Wright in Sonoma. He started his own machine shop in 1962 performing custom machine work for selected clients. In November 1973, Fred sold his machine shop and retired.
He enjoyed traveling, having visited most of the Western United States, Southern Canada, and Western Europe. He loved poetry and when friends were visiting he would recite the poems of Longfellow, Thoreau, Service and others for hours, after having indulged in several glasses of good Scotch.
In the fall of 1986, when his friend of fifty five years, Paul Godding, died Fred wrote the following:
In Memoriam
He sat, a lonely figure, on a bluff above the sea. The message had come from a far away town, not really unexpected. "We are burying your friend on Friday". Memories flooded back, the years fell away, the long lost dreams of youth of a distant day. The carefree boyhood days of laughter in a world they thought would sparkle forever. Memories of only the happy days, that time, that softener of anguish, had mellowed. A life and a lifetime gone, or was it just a day?
The sea curled in, to break and whisper on the sand; the shouts of children, shrill and happy, came mingled with the ocean's dull roar. The day passed, the wind died, and the sun left a path of light as it settled to the west. The dark shape of a boat crossed the path as it turned toward the distant headland and safe harbor for the night. The sun changed from it's brilliance to a golden disc and disappeared in the mist. In the fading afterglow, the mewing of a gull sounded the curfew of a day gone to rest. In the darkening sky a single star, and the figure on the cliff faded into the night, a world at rest - peace.
Two months prior to his death he wrote the following:
Where were the friends that used to be?
I have the need of someone to laugh with me.
Where are the friends of days of old
When life was love and dross was gold?
Where are the girls with the laughing eyes
When life was a song and the world our prize?
Gone are the joys, Where did they flee?
I have need of a friend to laugh with me.
Life is a song or life is a tear,
Where are the songs of yesteryear?
The days of yore with their carefree ways,
Where did I lose those happy days?
The friends of youth are the best of all
But life moves on from Spring to Fall.
I sigh for the days that used to be
And long for a friend to laugh with me.
I have his 1929 "Dyke's Aircraft Engine Instructor" book which he left to me with the inscription "To my son, Lee, who lived my dreams. Fred".
He graduated from Spring Hill Grammar School in 1919. When he started his schooling at Spring Hill Grammar School it was a one room converted barn with a sliding door on one end of the building. There were eight grades in one room, arranged in rows by grade, and their teacher was Mrs. Downey. In 1914, an addition was built onto the old building that added two new rooms creating a modern three room school. Portions of the school remain today as a private residence. Fred's son, Lee, attended the same three room school in the 7th and 8th grades in 1950 -1951. Fred graduated from Analy Union High School, Sebastopol, California in 1923.
In 1923, he went to work in the "Fellers and Hillard Garage" in Sebastopol. The garage was owned by his brother in law, Frank Lorenzo Fellers, and his older brother, Charles Richardson Hillard.
In December 1927, Fred moved to southern California where he was employed as a Certified Aircraft Welder and Machinist by various aviation companies including Thunderbird, Lockheed, Otto Timm, Vultee, Douglas and C. H. Quackenbush. He met Charles Lindberg when Mr. Lindberg visited with Otto Timm in the early 1930's.
He was married to Mary Louise Duncan (1912-1997) on May 15, 1931 at the First Baptist Church, Glendale, Los Angeles County, California by the Rev. T. Witcolm Brougher.
Children:
• Gay Joan Pedrick Kagy (1935-__)
• Lee Allen Hillard (Lois)(1937-__) •
During WW II, while working for Charles H. Quackenbush, in Glendale, he arc welded the ends on the flap and aileron struts for Lockheed's P-38 'Lightning' aircraft for several years. You will find his initials "FAH" stamped on virtually every strut on those P-38's now still flying or located in aircraft museums.
Fred never enjoyed living in southern California and in the spring of 1950 they sold their home in La Crescenta, and returned to Sebastopol, which he always called "God's Country". They lived in the home built by his father on Spring Hill while they constructed a new Post Adobe home at 11264 Barnett Valley Road. Fred worked at Weeks Hardware as a pump and well repairman until 1953 when he accepted a position as a machinist with Optical Coating Laboratory Inc. in Santa Rosa, where he remained employed until 1960. From 1960 until 1962 he was employed as a toolmaker by Albert E. Wright in Sonoma. He started his own machine shop in 1962 performing custom machine work for selected clients. In November 1973, Fred sold his machine shop and retired.
He enjoyed traveling, having visited most of the Western United States, Southern Canada, and Western Europe. He loved poetry and when friends were visiting he would recite the poems of Longfellow, Thoreau, Service and others for hours, after having indulged in several glasses of good Scotch.
In the fall of 1986, when his friend of fifty five years, Paul Godding, died Fred wrote the following:
In Memoriam
He sat, a lonely figure, on a bluff above the sea. The message had come from a far away town, not really unexpected. "We are burying your friend on Friday". Memories flooded back, the years fell away, the long lost dreams of youth of a distant day. The carefree boyhood days of laughter in a world they thought would sparkle forever. Memories of only the happy days, that time, that softener of anguish, had mellowed. A life and a lifetime gone, or was it just a day?
The sea curled in, to break and whisper on the sand; the shouts of children, shrill and happy, came mingled with the ocean's dull roar. The day passed, the wind died, and the sun left a path of light as it settled to the west. The dark shape of a boat crossed the path as it turned toward the distant headland and safe harbor for the night. The sun changed from it's brilliance to a golden disc and disappeared in the mist. In the fading afterglow, the mewing of a gull sounded the curfew of a day gone to rest. In the darkening sky a single star, and the figure on the cliff faded into the night, a world at rest - peace.
Two months prior to his death he wrote the following:
Where were the friends that used to be?
I have the need of someone to laugh with me.
Where are the friends of days of old
When life was love and dross was gold?
Where are the girls with the laughing eyes
When life was a song and the world our prize?
Gone are the joys, Where did they flee?
I have need of a friend to laugh with me.
Life is a song or life is a tear,
Where are the songs of yesteryear?
The days of yore with their carefree ways,
Where did I lose those happy days?
The friends of youth are the best of all
But life moves on from Spring to Fall.
I sigh for the days that used to be
And long for a friend to laugh with me.
I have his 1929 "Dyke's Aircraft Engine Instructor" book which he left to me with the inscription "To my son, Lee, who lived my dreams. Fred".
Fred Allison Hillard was the son of Elizabeth "Lizzie" Atlantis Richardson (1868-1942) and George Edwin Hillard (1861-1950). He was named for his father's brother, Frederick Warren Hillard and his mother's cousin Allison L. Dean.
He graduated from Spring Hill Grammar School in 1919. When he started his schooling at Spring Hill Grammar School it was a one room converted barn with a sliding door on one end of the building. There were eight grades in one room, arranged in rows by grade, and their teacher was Mrs. Downey. In 1914, an addition was built onto the old building that added two new rooms creating a modern three room school. Portions of the school remain today as a private residence. Fred's son, Lee, attended the same three room school in the 7th and 8th grades in 1950 -1951. Fred graduated from Analy Union High School, Sebastopol, California in 1923.
In 1923, he went to work in the "Fellers and Hillard Garage" in Sebastopol. The garage was owned by his brother in law, Frank Lorenzo Fellers, and his older brother, Charles Richardson Hillard.
In December 1927, Fred moved to southern California where he was employed as a Certified Aircraft Welder and Machinist by various aviation companies including Thunderbird, Lockheed, Otto Timm, Vultee, Douglas and C. H. Quackenbush. He met Charles Lindberg when Mr. Lindberg visited with Otto Timm in the early 1930's.
He was married to Mary Louise Duncan (1912-1997) on May 15, 1931 at the First Baptist Church, Glendale, Los Angeles County, California by the Rev. T. Witcolm Brougher.
Children:
• Gay Joan Pedrick Kagy (1935-__)
• Lee Allen Hillard (Lois)(1937-__) •
During WW II, while working for Charles H. Quackenbush, in Glendale, he arc welded the ends on the flap and aileron struts for Lockheed's P-38 'Lightning' aircraft for several years. You will find his initials "FAH" stamped on virtually every strut on those P-38's now still flying or located in aircraft museums.
Fred never enjoyed living in southern California and in the spring of 1950 they sold their home in La Crescenta, and returned to Sebastopol, which he always called "God's Country". They lived in the home built by his father on Spring Hill while they constructed a new Post Adobe home at 11264 Barnett Valley Road. Fred worked at Weeks Hardware as a pump and well repairman until 1953 when he accepted a position as a machinist with Optical Coating Laboratory Inc. in Santa Rosa, where he remained employed until 1960. From 1960 until 1962 he was employed as a toolmaker by Albert E. Wright in Sonoma. He started his own machine shop in 1962 performing custom machine work for selected clients. In November 1973, Fred sold his machine shop and retired.
He enjoyed traveling, having visited most of the Western United States, Southern Canada, and Western Europe. He loved poetry and when friends were visiting he would recite the poems of Longfellow, Thoreau, Service and others for hours, after having indulged in several glasses of good Scotch.
In the fall of 1986, when his friend of fifty five years, Paul Godding, died Fred wrote the following:
In Memoriam
He sat, a lonely figure, on a bluff above the sea. The message had come from a far away town, not really unexpected. "We are burying your friend on Friday". Memories flooded back, the years fell away, the long lost dreams of youth of a distant day. The carefree boyhood days of laughter in a world they thought would sparkle forever. Memories of only the happy days, that time, that softener of anguish, had mellowed. A life and a lifetime gone, or was it just a day?
The sea curled in, to break and whisper on the sand; the shouts of children, shrill and happy, came mingled with the ocean's dull roar. The day passed, the wind died, and the sun left a path of light as it settled to the west. The dark shape of a boat crossed the path as it turned toward the distant headland and safe harbor for the night. The sun changed from it's brilliance to a golden disc and disappeared in the mist. In the fading afterglow, the mewing of a gull sounded the curfew of a day gone to rest. In the darkening sky a single star, and the figure on the cliff faded into the night, a world at rest - peace.
Two months prior to his death he wrote the following:
Where were the friends that used to be?
I have the need of someone to laugh with me.
Where are the friends of days of old
When life was love and dross was gold?
Where are the girls with the laughing eyes
When life was a song and the world our prize?
Gone are the joys, Where did they flee?
I have need of a friend to laugh with me.
Life is a song or life is a tear,
Where are the songs of yesteryear?
The days of yore with their carefree ways,
Where did I lose those happy days?
The friends of youth are the best of all
But life moves on from Spring to Fall.
I sigh for the days that used to be
And long for a friend to laugh with me.
I have his 1929 "Dyke's Aircraft Engine Instructor" book which he left to me with the inscription "To my son, Lee, who lived my dreams. Fred".
He graduated from Spring Hill Grammar School in 1919. When he started his schooling at Spring Hill Grammar School it was a one room converted barn with a sliding door on one end of the building. There were eight grades in one room, arranged in rows by grade, and their teacher was Mrs. Downey. In 1914, an addition was built onto the old building that added two new rooms creating a modern three room school. Portions of the school remain today as a private residence. Fred's son, Lee, attended the same three room school in the 7th and 8th grades in 1950 -1951. Fred graduated from Analy Union High School, Sebastopol, California in 1923.
In 1923, he went to work in the "Fellers and Hillard Garage" in Sebastopol. The garage was owned by his brother in law, Frank Lorenzo Fellers, and his older brother, Charles Richardson Hillard.
In December 1927, Fred moved to southern California where he was employed as a Certified Aircraft Welder and Machinist by various aviation companies including Thunderbird, Lockheed, Otto Timm, Vultee, Douglas and C. H. Quackenbush. He met Charles Lindberg when Mr. Lindberg visited with Otto Timm in the early 1930's.
He was married to Mary Louise Duncan (1912-1997) on May 15, 1931 at the First Baptist Church, Glendale, Los Angeles County, California by the Rev. T. Witcolm Brougher.
Children:
• Gay Joan Pedrick Kagy (1935-__)
• Lee Allen Hillard (Lois)(1937-__) •
During WW II, while working for Charles H. Quackenbush, in Glendale, he arc welded the ends on the flap and aileron struts for Lockheed's P-38 'Lightning' aircraft for several years. You will find his initials "FAH" stamped on virtually every strut on those P-38's now still flying or located in aircraft museums.
Fred never enjoyed living in southern California and in the spring of 1950 they sold their home in La Crescenta, and returned to Sebastopol, which he always called "God's Country". They lived in the home built by his father on Spring Hill while they constructed a new Post Adobe home at 11264 Barnett Valley Road. Fred worked at Weeks Hardware as a pump and well repairman until 1953 when he accepted a position as a machinist with Optical Coating Laboratory Inc. in Santa Rosa, where he remained employed until 1960. From 1960 until 1962 he was employed as a toolmaker by Albert E. Wright in Sonoma. He started his own machine shop in 1962 performing custom machine work for selected clients. In November 1973, Fred sold his machine shop and retired.
He enjoyed traveling, having visited most of the Western United States, Southern Canada, and Western Europe. He loved poetry and when friends were visiting he would recite the poems of Longfellow, Thoreau, Service and others for hours, after having indulged in several glasses of good Scotch.
In the fall of 1986, when his friend of fifty five years, Paul Godding, died Fred wrote the following:
In Memoriam
He sat, a lonely figure, on a bluff above the sea. The message had come from a far away town, not really unexpected. "We are burying your friend on Friday". Memories flooded back, the years fell away, the long lost dreams of youth of a distant day. The carefree boyhood days of laughter in a world they thought would sparkle forever. Memories of only the happy days, that time, that softener of anguish, had mellowed. A life and a lifetime gone, or was it just a day?
The sea curled in, to break and whisper on the sand; the shouts of children, shrill and happy, came mingled with the ocean's dull roar. The day passed, the wind died, and the sun left a path of light as it settled to the west. The dark shape of a boat crossed the path as it turned toward the distant headland and safe harbor for the night. The sun changed from it's brilliance to a golden disc and disappeared in the mist. In the fading afterglow, the mewing of a gull sounded the curfew of a day gone to rest. In the darkening sky a single star, and the figure on the cliff faded into the night, a world at rest - peace.
Two months prior to his death he wrote the following:
Where were the friends that used to be?
I have the need of someone to laugh with me.
Where are the friends of days of old
When life was love and dross was gold?
Where are the girls with the laughing eyes
When life was a song and the world our prize?
Gone are the joys, Where did they flee?
I have need of a friend to laugh with me.
Life is a song or life is a tear,
Where are the songs of yesteryear?
The days of yore with their carefree ways,
Where did I lose those happy days?
The friends of youth are the best of all
But life moves on from Spring to Fall.
I sigh for the days that used to be
And long for a friend to laugh with me.
I have his 1929 "Dyke's Aircraft Engine Instructor" book which he left to me with the inscription "To my son, Lee, who lived my dreams. Fred".
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