"My dad, "Bill" Trivelli/Buckskin grew up in Mineral Hill, NV., the youngest male (of the 3 Trivelli children) in a family of 12. This was a man who was born during the early times of horse and buggy...and lived to see the first man set foot on the moon. He spent his young years hunting with his brother, to provide food for the family, and as a miner, a rancher, and then later as a "cow puncher" (which is what his occupation is listed as on his WW I Military Records). When young, as well as in later life, he was also a carpenter. His father was a Swiss-Italian immigrant from Italy who never married his mother, who was of Indian (Shoshone) and Irish/English decent. Bill spent his young years in Nevada...with lots of stories about his exploits and family life in Mineral Hill, and on the ranches (the Alpha Ranch), and in Pine Valley and in Palisade. The family stayed in Mineral Hill, Palisade, Eureka, and the Alpha Ranch in Pine Valley, also the Elko, Carlin area of Nevada for several years, and then moved first to the Sacramento area, and then San Francisco, California.
Dad and Uncle Jim stayed in Nevada, until later when Dad also left for California. He lived first in San Francisco, and then moved to the Los Angeles area. At one point he sold "Stanley Steamers"...one of the first automobiles. Yep, he was around before them! Dad was a Mounted Police Officer during WW I, and after his discharge he worked first at making Stetson Hats, then took up carpentry again, which he did until his retirement many years later. He was a Master finish carpenter, and very proud of his work.
Dad married late in life (early 50s). He met and married Mom in Los Angeles, CA., and they had one child, 8 years later. They lived in the Los Angeles area, then moved to San Francisco. Then, after another year or two? in California, he moved us to Reno, NV., where he lived and worked the rest of his life.
My father loved to hunt and to fish, which he did with great gusto all of his life. I think the last time he "bagged his deer" was when he was about 75-76 years old, and still going strong. As a girl, I remember walking miles with him along the Truckee River, fishing for trout, and in the winter months he'd spend time in his shop, "tying flies" and getting ready for the next fishing season! He was also a great story-teller, and loved to spin a yarn or two in the evenings...much to the delight of his daughter. When his brother Jim would visit from Elko, they spent the evenings laughing, smoking their pipes, and talking about "the good old days" in Pine Valley...the people, the life they had lived, and the good times they had. I miss the smell of his pipe tobacco in the evenings at home, (I believe it was Prince Albert in a can), and the "Roi-Tan" Cigars he always smoked and carried when he was "out and about" in town. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and a great outlook on life. He taught me a lot about honesty, about living, and about understanding that "your word is your bond", etc. He was indeed a gentleman from "the old school." I always thought of him as a "man's man...never cuss around the women...always take your hat off in the presence of ladies and when in any house, etc. He could be stern, and didn't suffer fools easily. My father "walked softly on this planet", loving the country he lived in, and the life he lived. He was and is well-loved, and greatly missed.
Dad and Uncle Jim stayed in Nevada, until later when Dad also left for California. He lived first in San Francisco, and then moved to the Los Angeles area. At one point he sold "Stanley Steamers"...one of the first automobiles. Yep, he was around before them! Dad was a Mounted Police Officer during WW I, and after his discharge he worked first at making Stetson Hats, then took up carpentry again, which he did until his retirement many years later. He was a Master finish carpenter, and very proud of his work.
Dad married late in life (early 50s). He met and married Mom in Los Angeles, CA., and they had one child, 8 years later. They lived in the Los Angeles area, then moved to San Francisco. Then, after another year or two? in California, he moved us to Reno, NV., where he lived and worked the rest of his life.
My father loved to hunt and to fish, which he did with great gusto all of his life. I think the last time he "bagged his deer" was when he was about 75-76 years old, and still going strong. As a girl, I remember walking miles with him along the Truckee River, fishing for trout, and in the winter months he'd spend time in his shop, "tying flies" and getting ready for the next fishing season! He was also a great story-teller, and loved to spin a yarn or two in the evenings...much to the delight of his daughter. When his brother Jim would visit from Elko, they spent the evenings laughing, smoking their pipes, and talking about "the good old days" in Pine Valley...the people, the life they had lived, and the good times they had. I miss the smell of his pipe tobacco in the evenings at home, (I believe it was Prince Albert in a can), and the "Roi-Tan" Cigars he always smoked and carried when he was "out and about" in town. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and a great outlook on life. He taught me a lot about honesty, about living, and about understanding that "your word is your bond", etc. He was indeed a gentleman from "the old school." I always thought of him as a "man's man...never cuss around the women...always take your hat off in the presence of ladies and when in any house, etc. He could be stern, and didn't suffer fools easily. My father "walked softly on this planet", loving the country he lived in, and the life he lived. He was and is well-loved, and greatly missed.
"My dad, "Bill" Trivelli/Buckskin grew up in Mineral Hill, NV., the youngest male (of the 3 Trivelli children) in a family of 12. This was a man who was born during the early times of horse and buggy...and lived to see the first man set foot on the moon. He spent his young years hunting with his brother, to provide food for the family, and as a miner, a rancher, and then later as a "cow puncher" (which is what his occupation is listed as on his WW I Military Records). When young, as well as in later life, he was also a carpenter. His father was a Swiss-Italian immigrant from Italy who never married his mother, who was of Indian (Shoshone) and Irish/English decent. Bill spent his young years in Nevada...with lots of stories about his exploits and family life in Mineral Hill, and on the ranches (the Alpha Ranch), and in Pine Valley and in Palisade. The family stayed in Mineral Hill, Palisade, Eureka, and the Alpha Ranch in Pine Valley, also the Elko, Carlin area of Nevada for several years, and then moved first to the Sacramento area, and then San Francisco, California.
Dad and Uncle Jim stayed in Nevada, until later when Dad also left for California. He lived first in San Francisco, and then moved to the Los Angeles area. At one point he sold "Stanley Steamers"...one of the first automobiles. Yep, he was around before them! Dad was a Mounted Police Officer during WW I, and after his discharge he worked first at making Stetson Hats, then took up carpentry again, which he did until his retirement many years later. He was a Master finish carpenter, and very proud of his work.
Dad married late in life (early 50s). He met and married Mom in Los Angeles, CA., and they had one child, 8 years later. They lived in the Los Angeles area, then moved to San Francisco. Then, after another year or two? in California, he moved us to Reno, NV., where he lived and worked the rest of his life.
My father loved to hunt and to fish, which he did with great gusto all of his life. I think the last time he "bagged his deer" was when he was about 75-76 years old, and still going strong. As a girl, I remember walking miles with him along the Truckee River, fishing for trout, and in the winter months he'd spend time in his shop, "tying flies" and getting ready for the next fishing season! He was also a great story-teller, and loved to spin a yarn or two in the evenings...much to the delight of his daughter. When his brother Jim would visit from Elko, they spent the evenings laughing, smoking their pipes, and talking about "the good old days" in Pine Valley...the people, the life they had lived, and the good times they had. I miss the smell of his pipe tobacco in the evenings at home, (I believe it was Prince Albert in a can), and the "Roi-Tan" Cigars he always smoked and carried when he was "out and about" in town. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and a great outlook on life. He taught me a lot about honesty, about living, and about understanding that "your word is your bond", etc. He was indeed a gentleman from "the old school." I always thought of him as a "man's man...never cuss around the women...always take your hat off in the presence of ladies and when in any house, etc. He could be stern, and didn't suffer fools easily. My father "walked softly on this planet", loving the country he lived in, and the life he lived. He was and is well-loved, and greatly missed.
Dad and Uncle Jim stayed in Nevada, until later when Dad also left for California. He lived first in San Francisco, and then moved to the Los Angeles area. At one point he sold "Stanley Steamers"...one of the first automobiles. Yep, he was around before them! Dad was a Mounted Police Officer during WW I, and after his discharge he worked first at making Stetson Hats, then took up carpentry again, which he did until his retirement many years later. He was a Master finish carpenter, and very proud of his work.
Dad married late in life (early 50s). He met and married Mom in Los Angeles, CA., and they had one child, 8 years later. They lived in the Los Angeles area, then moved to San Francisco. Then, after another year or two? in California, he moved us to Reno, NV., where he lived and worked the rest of his life.
My father loved to hunt and to fish, which he did with great gusto all of his life. I think the last time he "bagged his deer" was when he was about 75-76 years old, and still going strong. As a girl, I remember walking miles with him along the Truckee River, fishing for trout, and in the winter months he'd spend time in his shop, "tying flies" and getting ready for the next fishing season! He was also a great story-teller, and loved to spin a yarn or two in the evenings...much to the delight of his daughter. When his brother Jim would visit from Elko, they spent the evenings laughing, smoking their pipes, and talking about "the good old days" in Pine Valley...the people, the life they had lived, and the good times they had. I miss the smell of his pipe tobacco in the evenings at home, (I believe it was Prince Albert in a can), and the "Roi-Tan" Cigars he always smoked and carried when he was "out and about" in town. He had a wonderful sense of humor, and a great outlook on life. He taught me a lot about honesty, about living, and about understanding that "your word is your bond", etc. He was indeed a gentleman from "the old school." I always thought of him as a "man's man...never cuss around the women...always take your hat off in the presence of ladies and when in any house, etc. He could be stern, and didn't suffer fools easily. My father "walked softly on this planet", loving the country he lived in, and the life he lived. He was and is well-loved, and greatly missed.
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