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Thursday, March 19, 2015

David Day (1838-1912)


You’re standing in line at the grocery stores and while waiting, you can’t help but glance at the rack of sensational gossip magazines, or as I call them outlets for creative writing.  The more juicy articles are highlighted on the cover; things like 

When you read today’s blog, you might think it was excerpted from one of the magazines.  But no, it was.  It arrived in my email with a message that “it’s interesting to read a little about the old pioneer”.  Now, come on, doesn’t that catch your interest?  Sure got me intrigued, and of course I had to share it.

But before we started on the newspaper articles let me give you a little background on David Day, if you don’t already know it.

David Day and his family were one of the original pioneers who settled on Henderson Bay around the turn of the 20th century, and it was those pioneers who named the new settlement Rosedale.

There is a lot of confusion surrounding David’s birthdate with some documents saying 1840-1841 or 1838.  I am going to assume that the correct date is the one on his headstone: 1838.   Although both David’s parents were born in New York, he was born in Canada, and immigrated to the US in 1867 according to Ancestry.com.  David married Candace Moore (1839-1906) in Michigan in 1870; they had three children that survived.  Addie Isidore (1875-1934), Eugene (1877-) and Elmer Burton (1879-1964) all of which were born in Sanilac, Michigan.  By 1887, the family had moved to Tacoma, and in December 3, 1891, he received Homestead Certificate 4415, Application 7846 signed by President Benjamin Harrison.  His property was listed as:  Lot 3, the North 1/2 of Southwest 1/4 and Southeast 1/4 of Northwest 1/4 of Section 35, Township 2162 75/100 acres. (Rosedale” by Bob Crandall 1991).   
iPhone photo
iPhone photo "Rosedale" by Bob Crandall 1981

In 1908, Pierce County established a public County road in the Rosedale area, and David and his neighbors all donated a portion of their property to the County for said road.  The road was to be known as the Extension David Day Co. Road.  This road went north from the old Rosedale School and joined the Rosedale Purdy Road at Booster Hill.  (Rosedale” by Bob Crandall 1991).

iPhone photo of map from "Rosedale" by Bob Crandall 1981


























All of the following information comes from three articles which appeared on June 10, 13 and 14, 1911 in The Seattle Daily Times. 



“When Cupid Wings Aged Man, Lands Go To Bow-Wows.  Veteran Gig Harbor Rancher, Although “Advised by Shade of His Wife, Meets Reversal in Lovemaking.  Now Suing Widow to Recover “Ranch.  

“Tacoma, Saturday, June 10 - Though advised from time to time by the shade of his deceased wife, David Day, an aged Gig Harbor rancher, has a poor business head.  He is a bad judge of horse flesh and falls down on some other tests, but when it comes to lovemaking, David, in spite of his years, his chin whiskers and bald spot on the crown of his head, has a way all his own.

Have I got your interest?  Shall I go on?  

“David avers (to formally assert; prove or justify [plea] - my note) he gave Mrs Waite the ranch on the condition she marry him, but that she failed to keep her agreement.  Mrs. Waite, who formally lived in Tacoma where she has the respect of a large number of friends, asserts that David gave her the ranch on condition she and her family look after him in his declining years.  David is a little thin man with an apologetic expression, while Mrs. Waite, who is middle-aged, is tall and of rather stately dimensions.

“Witnesses for the rancher testified that they saw him sitting on a sofa with Mrs. Waite, holding hands.  This was at a Christmas party.  David was so happy that he “teetered’ according to the testimony.  In other words, he bobbed up and down on the sofa’s springs as he sat holding the lady’s hand.  Thus he expressed his adoration.  David took the stand in his own behalf, and while not admitting that he ‘teetered’, told the court that he had a few drinks of whiskey that evening and might have been a ‘little bit along’.

“About a score of ranchers and ranchers’ wives are attending the trial as witnesses for one side or the other.  Associated with the aged rancher in the suit are his daughter, Addie Mardicott, and his nephew, James W. Anderson.  These relatives recently had a guardian appointed for him.  Associated with Mrs. Waite as defendants are her own two daughters, both young women.  The aged rancher charges that, in spite of the fact she has not married him, Mrs. Waite, with several of her nieces, nephews and other relatives, has taken possession of the ranch.

Day says he turned the ranch over to Mrs. Waite three years ago in a prenuptial agreement, but that she has always persisted in postponing the date of their wedding.  When he made the agreement he states he thought she would learn to love him, but she didn’t.

“The rancher’s heirs are seeking to show that he was incompetent at the time he gave the deed to Mrs. Waite.

“T. J. Fuller, an aged man who has known Day for fifty years, testified for the rancher.

“What do you know of Mr. Day’s business ability?” he was asked.
“Very poor.”
“Ever have any business dealings with him?”
“Well, not exactly, but he one time wanted to trade horses with me and I could have beat him out of $200 on the trade.  He was my friend and I did’t like to do it.  He got mad because I wouldn’t trade.”
“When did this happen?”
“Thirty-five years ago,” replied Fuller simply, and he added, “No gentlemen of the jury, he’s got poor business ability.  He’s no judge of horseflesh.”
“He was acting queer several years ago,” continued Fuller, “he told me his dead wife’s spirit visited him and advised him.  I reckon he was sort of foolish.  He told me once that he was feeding her favorite horse one day when her spirit appeared.  The horse stopped eating until the spirit went away.  That was funny.  Physically he looked all out of commission at that time.”

In testifying to his wooing, Day when he took the stand near the close of the session, giggled at the memory of some of his own exploits as a devotee of Cupid.”

Judge C. M. Easterly, Department 2, Pierce County Superior Court, gave the the jury a long list of question the next day, June 13, 1911, to be answered by them.  The jury was unable to agree, and some of their answers were contradictory.

“(The jury) It finds that Mrs. Waite did not agree to marry Day but allowed him to believe she would become his wife.  It also finds that at the time he deeded the ranch to her, Day understood she would not marry him, and that he knew he was giving her the property in return for caring for him.  In addition to all this, the jury finds that Mrs. Waite did not provide for him in a suitable manner. “

And on June 14, 1911, the newspaper “The Seattle Daily Times” continues to wonder how the suit will be decided.  Will David Day and his daughter and nephew be returned to them and the deed invalidated?  Or will the judge decide in favor of Mrs. Alfretta Waite,  J. E.R. Caldwell and her supporters?

It looks like Judge C. M. Easterday’s decision will remain a mystery.  Neither I or the staff at the Northwest Room, Tacoma Public Library, could find anything regarding his decision. As a last resource, I have contacted the Pierce County Superior Court Records Officer and asked if they have the ruling in their archives.  If they do, and advise me as to the outcome, I will add the information at that time.

However David Day died September 19, 1912 in Centralia and was buried at the Rosedale Cemetery on September 24, 191 next to his wife, Candace Moore Day.

See comment from Anonymous and here is the map:


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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Emmett Hunt's Diary entry for Wednesday, April 2, 1884

Rainy all day & at times coming down copiously.  Up the Bay 3 miles then back down to Smith Byrd's & from there to Lakebay where we again rest our weary bones.

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Thursday, March 12, 2015

Borghild Jensen Anderson (10/2/1907 - 12/20/1998)


It’s always interesting on how and what might stimulate someone’s interest in a certain topic, person or place.  What is it about Borghild Jensen Anderson that caught my attention?

I guess it was the following statement which was part of a talk entitled “Missions in the USA” at Morgantown Christian & Missionary Alliance Church for the Women’s Missionary Prayer Fellowship on March 21, 1991.

“As a Christian missionary, she spent eight years in Seward, Alaska at the Jesse Lee Home orphanage when a young bride, then two years teaching school in Llanito, Columbia, S.A. in her middle years when a widow sending the child of her 40s to college, and finally, six years in her retirement teaching for Hawaiian Christian Missions on Maui.  . . .Her body is wrinkled and short and rather unnoticeable until you realize you are in the presence of a totally unselfconscious, unselfish dynamo, of a person overflowing with love.  (Did I mention that she is eighty-three and legally blind and a widow of many years and my mother? ”

Now does’t that sound as someone who should be celebrated for International Women’s Day (March 8, 2015) even if no one will read this until March 12th?

Borghild’s father, Anders, emigrated  from the island of Donna, Helgeland, Norway just below the Arctic Circle in 1905.  He had spent his mandatory year in the Norwegian military and had completed his education in shipbuilding.  Once he arrived in Minneapolis he attended St. Olaf’s College to learn the English language as St. Olaf’s had a special language class for immigrants.  A year later he returned to Donna to marry Johanna Maria Mork on May 30, 1906.  Two weeks later they left for the United States, this time to live in Balfour, North Dakota. It was there that Borghild was born.   They remained in Balfour for another year and half before moving on to Seattle, Washington where her brother Arvid was born.   The family’s last move was to Rosedale, Washington where they bought 33 acres.  In order to get to work, Anders would walk to Gig Harbor to catch the ferry and at the end of the day, reverse the process by walking from Gig Harbor to Rosedale.  Once home, he continued his work day by working on their ‘big house’ so the family could move into it and the current long house turned into their chicken coop.
The Jensens
Borghild attending the Rosedale School for grades 1 - 8 (1913/’21) and the ninth grade which was held in the Gig Harbor Community Hall while awaiting completion of Union High School (now Harbor Ridge Middle School).  When she graduated in 1925 she attended the College of Puget Sound (UPS) for a year before transferring to Western Washington Normal School (WWU) earning her teaching certificate in 1927.  

Her first teaching assignment was teaching the sixth grade in Castle Rock, Washington, for $20 per month.  Borghild taught at Castle Rock for three years and it was there that she met the love of her life, a tall curly haired Swede named Albert Sigfred Anderson.  They married June 30, 1930, in the Rosedale Union Church, and five days later sailed for Seward, Alaska.

For the next seven years they were employed as the dean and matron of the Jesse Lee Home orphanage for boys.  Their first child in 1933 was not their own biological child but 4-month old Ernest Berestoff.  (Because Ernest was found to have only 10% of his hearing and the Bureau of Indian Affairs would pay for his schooling they were not allowed to legally adopt him.)  A year later their daughter Joan Marie Anderson was born, soon to be followed by Ellen Amanda Anderson.  In 1937 the moved back to Rosedale in time for the birth of David Noel Anderson.  Albert turned to carpentry to support his growing family, but remained active in the Rosedale Union Church and the youth work at the Memorial Presbyterian Church in Gig Harbor.  Borghild was church pianist and taught piano lessons.  

An important facet of their family was that it was comprised not only of their biological children but also foster children to whom Albert and Borghild were true parents in heart, “Mom and Dad” for life, giving all their children security and value and love in a deeply Christian home.  After David came Diana Thompson in 1943.  Later Joel Albert Anderson was born to them and then Dorothy White and her sister Mary Ann came only to be followed by Jimmy Ross in 1955 and finally Sharon Hatcher.  Unfortunately, David Noel Anderson died in 1954 of leukemia.

As the children grew up and when to college, Borghild went back to teaching in 1958.  First at Vaughn and then at Artondale, while she herself attended the University of Puget Sound earning her BS in Education in 1961.  Shortly thereafter, Albert was diagnosed with cancer and died in March, 1962.

When Joel the youngest was about to leave for college Borghild took a leave of absence from her 4th grade class at Artondale to teach in Llanito, Colombia, S.A.  Later, after retiring from Artondale at age 65, she went to Paia, Maui, Hawaii where she taught at her own expense for the Hawaiian Christian Missions for another 6 years before finally returning to Rosedale.
1959-60 Artondale School 4th Grade Class, Borghild Jensen Anderson, teacher

And I think we should end this remarkable life with Lois Stone’s recounting of a story about Borghild’s sharing her Christian love.

“One fall evening Borghild had retired early after a busy day playing the piano for the nursing home folk.  She awoke late in the evening and heard someone prowling around her bedroom.  When she asked “Who’s there?” a man’s voice answered, “Don’t worry, lady.  I just need some money.  I’m not gonna hurt you.  I have to get back to town.  My friends took my boots and my coat and dumped me out of the car.  I knocked on your door but no one answered so I came on in.”   You see, my friend trusted everyone so she never locked her doors.  What was to follow is the mark of a true believer.  As Borghild was getting out of her bed and putting on her robe she said to the intruder, “Now you listen to me.  There’s a chair over there in that corner.  I want you to sit down and I’m going to pray for you.”  Who knows whether God was watching over her or if the voice of this elderly lady so stunned the intruder that he had no choice but to obey her command.  I believe God was taking good care of her and I know this is what she believed.

“At any rate, Borghild prayed and then she said to the man, “Now,  I’m going to make you some hot coffee to warm you up - you look very cold.”  She went to the kitchen and could hear the intruder in her bedroom opening drawers still looking for money.  Fortunately, Borghild’s son lived right behind her on the hill and she was able to use the kitchen phone to alert him to what was going on.  He immediately put a call in to the police.  When the intruder came into the kitchen and saw another man there, he instantly tried to run away.  He was immediately met at the door by two police officers who just happened to be in the neighborhood.  After the police had taken the man away, Borghild turned to her son and said “Tomorrow I want you to take me to the jail to see that man.  I’ve got a lot of witnessing for the Lord to do there.”

It was shortly thereafter that Borghild passed away.


To read more about Borghild Jensen Anderson you might want to make an appointment to stop in for a visit at the Harbor History Museum’s Research Room.  

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Emmett Hunt's Diary entry for Wednesday, March 26, 1884

Quite pleasant day tho not distressingly so.  Today crossed the Peninsula to Henderson Bay canvassed a good portion and at bedtime find myself at Mr. Fuller's ranch.

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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Julianne Johnson Ewings (1938 - )


I know, it seems almost every blog starts out with something that was discovered in the Harbor History Museum Research Room.  But you have to understand, outside of people’s memories and personal documents, the Harbor History Museum through its archives, exhibits and research room has the largest collection of documented history from and of our community. 

The research room is basically where the individual blogs are born; although , and people’s questions and comments play a part too.  When more information is needed or leads to further research, it is trips to the Northwest Room at the Tacoma Public Library or our own Gig Harbor Peninsula Pierce County Library.  But let’s not forget the internet, or the older residents of our community.

But today’s blog originates from notes that Julianne Johnson Ewing made in anticipation of recording her oral history, as well as the recorded oral history which expands her notes.

So sit back, make yourself comfortable, grab that cup of tea, or coffee, and enjoy Julianne’s family history which is also Gig Harbor’s history recorded in July, 2010.

The interviewer:  Pat Carter (PC); Interviewee: Julianne Johnson Ewings (JJE)

“ PC:  Julianne, could you tell us about your very beginnings.  Let’s start with your parents and their beginnings as far back as you can trace it in early Gig Harbor.

JJE:  Well I think basically I’ll go way back because I’ve always been proud of the fact that my great, great grandfather settled here I think in 1867 or so.  So basically he I think rode into the harbor while fishing with some friends, and they liked it so he decided he would move his family here. …

PC:  And what was the name?

JJE:  Samuel Jerisich and his wife, Annie.  I believe her last name was Willits and she was a Native American that I think he met when he was basically exploring the area.  I think he started fishing.  He’d come around the horn probably three times.  It is my understanding he sailed out of Kotor on the Dalmation coast.  The third time around he ventured beyond north of San Francisco and went to the area of Vancouver Island where I think he fished.  There he met Annie.  I believe by the time he rode into the harbor in 1867, they had a daughter.  I believe her name was Caroline.  So that’s where it all began. {Note: Annie Willet was a member of the Penelakut Tribe from Thetis Island in B.C according to boards.ancestry.com} 
Samuel Jerisich & Anna WIllits Jerisich and family
JJE:  [JJE Notes:  Initially they were near the sand spit, but later moved near what I remember as Maury’s boathouse.  I always thought they were rather adventurous and am amazed at the energy it must have taken to get through each day, although that is true of all of the early settlers in this country.]

After that I believe Annie and Sam were among the first settlers in Gig Harbor.  They were soon joined by others One of them was Joe Dorotich.  Joe ended up marrying Annie and Sam’s oldest daughter, Caroline.  They in turn had several children one of which turned out to be my grandmother.  Her name was Ann Dorotich.  . . . .  Anyway, it’s interesting to note that eventually they - quite a few of them married into the Skansie family.  [JJE Notes: Caroline and Joe Dorotich children:  I’m not sure about the birth order.  I know John must have died before I was born:  John, Martha, Anne, Amanda, Cathering, Jack {Jacob is referenced in Caroline’s will, but I only remember Jack}, George, Marie. ]  These (Skansie) were brothers that came here from - I think it was a town called Sumatran - an island off the Dalmatian coast.  So there were four of those brothers.  Joe Skansie - I think the first Skansie to come here was Peter - his brother Peter.  Then Andrew and Mitchell came so they were sort of key members of the Gig Harbor community as far as I could tell.  My grandfather, Joe married Ann Dorotich.  His brother Mitchell married Amanda Dorotich.  Let’s see - Mattie or Martha actually married another Skansie.  He was really a cousin of the four brothers.  Basically it was interesting how I guess it was sort of a limited social situation.  There were all these pretty girls and four brothers and they all got connected somehow or other.  Anyway, so great, great grandparents, Annie Willet and Sam Jerisich; great grandparents, Caroline and Joe Dorotich; and my grandparents were Ann Dorotich Skansie and Joe Skansie.  Of course, that’s the family I know most about.  

[JJE Notes:  I also have extensive memories of Catherine Dorotich and Marie Dorotich Gustafson, and saw a lot of Grand Uncle George Dorotich and Jack Dorotich.  George used to come to our house and listen to Seattle Rainiers’ baseball games.  Jack liked electronics.  He was the first in the family to make home movies and actually have a projector so we could see the films.  He also made a TV set from some sort of kit.  It seemed that whenever I went to Catherine Dorotich’s house (formerly my Great Grandmother Caroline’s house), we would watch TV.]

[JJE Notes:  I remember going to Uddenberg’s store when very young when it was across from Doctor Ryan’s office.  There was deep sawdust on the floor in the meat’s cutting area.  I also recall renting freezer space at Finholm’s store before home freezers became available.  And there was the dy the electric range was installed. . . . {Note:  At this time, JJE lived in Grandpa Joe Skansie’s house, later became Herring Bait Store and now Threshold Group}
Walking from People's Wharf from Westside Grocery to Skansie Shipyard, Joseph Skansie house on left side behind people
. . .Once “Galloping Gertie” was replaced with the second Narrows Bridge, my parents considered more choices for high school.  The father of one of our Harbor Intermediate classmates, commuted to Tacoma to work everyday.   . . . A few parents got together and decided we would attend Aquinas Academy in Tacoma instead of Peninsula High.  My mother had boarded at Aquinas when it also included elementary school.  Herb Duren dropped us off at Aquinas in the morning; after school one of our moms would pick us up for the trip home to GH.  . . .
Jane Stanich Dempsey, Mary Ellen Jerovich and Irene Stanich
{Note:  JJE schools were Grades 1, 2 & 4 - Lincoln School now the LDS Church; Grade 3 - Crescent Valley School Vernhardshon & 96th St near City Park; Grades 5 through 8 - Harbor Intermediate School} {Note:  Irene Stanich, Tony Stanich’s daughter and Jane Stanch Dempsey, John & Pauline Castelan Stanich’s daughter were JJE’s closest friends}
1948 Crescent Valley School with fire escapes west side (Frank Owen Shaw) HHM Collection
 . . . My dad was Julius Peder Johnson, eldest son of Peder and Christine Johnson who settled in Wollochet Bay after first living in Tacoma where Julius was born.  My Johnson uncles and aunt were Arthur, Ralph and Alice.  Grandfather Johnson fished, not in Puget Sound, but the Skagit River.  My Grandmother Christine died when I was about 5 years old so I don’t remember her at all. . . .

. . .My Uncle Arthur worked on the railroads before entering the US Army during WWII.  Later on he was a crew member on ferries, then moved to Vancouver, WA.  Uncle Ralph owned a car dealership and garage at the end of the harbor.  Ralph married Betty Merry.  They had a son Jim, and daughter Janice.  Aunt Alice married Paul Polman.  They had a son, John, and daughter, Bonnie, and resided in Tacoma.  Alice died in a car accident in about 1953. . . .

. . .Mostly, I socialized with my cousins.  Paul Gustafson (who I think was really a great uncle but the same age as JJE) and first cousins Joe, Dave, Chuck and George Uhlman, grandsons of Joe Skansie.  Their mom was Caroline Skansie Uhlman.  They lived in Fircrest, near Tacoma. . . .

. . . Paul’s dad Carl Gustafson was the town’s heating fuel dealer and he had an extra truck bed by his garage.  It was a generic background for many adventures. . . . Occasionally I would visit some of Paul’s Gustafson and Uddenberg cousins.  Of course I was also close to other cousins, sons of Amanda Skansie Pendergast (Jim) and Clarice Skansie Richardson (Michael and Richard).  I did not connect much with children of Bill or Mitchie Skansie.  I often visited my next door neighbors Mike and Sophie Jerisich a lot.  (I think Mike was a cousin also.)  . . .

. . . My Grandpa Johnson sold the home in the mid-1950s and moved to University {Place} to reside with daughter Alice Johnson Pohlman. 

The Johnson’s lived across the road from the Uhlman’s in Wollochet Bay.  They may have participated in some mischief together. . . .  Later on, George Uhlman, a Catholic, convinced my dad, a non-church goer, to participate in a play at St. Nicholas Church in Gig Harbor.  He did and as a result met my mother who was also on the program as a member of the Skansie band along with her sister Caroline and cousins Amanda and Tina Skansie (Mitchell’s daughters).  The standing joke is that my dad liked the way my mother puckered while playing her clarinet.


I hope this brief glimpse into Julianne’s history has whetted your curiosity, and left you with the desire to learn so much more about Julianne’s extended family relationships.  There is much more revealed in Julianne Johnson Ewing’s Oral history and her accompanying notes, and just another reason to visit the Harbor History Museum and its Research Room and pursue the records kept therein.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Emmett Hunt's Diary entry for Wednesday, March 19, 1884

Thin clouds & cool.  Arose early & by constant & patient work got our boat launched & painted and bud plate put in, wheel & shaft hung likewise rudder.  Now bed at 11:30 PM

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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Harbor Heights History 1953-1978

As much as I love books, and holding the actual documents in my hands to read, make notes and pondering the meanings behind the words, I have to admit I’ve become an internet junkie.  Adults are always up-in-arms about the vast amount of time young people spent on the computer and the effects of the technology diminishing the value of time.  But let me be the first to say, the internet has brought so much more information available, and easier, than sitting down tracking books and other written information when you have no idea where to begin.   All you have to do is type in a couple words and suddenly you have pages of leads to check out and see if any of them answer your questions.

I did that one day and the internet came up with a document which is the title of today’s blog.  Once I started to read the piece I immediately knew who authored it even though the author did not sign his name.  It filled in gaps of my knowledge regarding Harbor Heights Elementary School’s history.  My history of the school started in January 1977; just a year before the record ends.  

So why am I telling you this?  I asked the author, Gary Williamson, if he would object to my using his story as a blog for the Harbor History Museum.  He gave his permission, and so the following are segments of Gary’s story of Harbor Heights history.  Again, with his permission, I have placed a copy of the complete document in the files of the Harbor History Museum Research Room should you wish to read the complete document.  

Harbor Heights History 1953-1978 as written by Gary Williamson
This is just a slice of Peninsula School District history, but it is a slice I fondly remember while spending my first of 16 years of my educational career at Harbor Heights School. I’ve known that the history of the public schools on the Peninsula is long, however, I’ve recently been reminded how long when I came across the list of former schools compiled by a friend, Joan Bassett. Joan created the list of schools and added some fascinating information about the schools. That information can be found in “Peninsula Bank-Notes of October 1974. Subsequently, I went to the historical museum and found out about more schools which existed here on the Peninsula and stories about their teachers and students. 
I have thought for years that more school history should be documented and given to the museum for future interested folks to peruse. I will credit Rosemary Ross and Joan Storkman for getting me re-interested and doing something about it. I will begin with my own recollections and of course as much fact as possible, of the years I spent working for the Peninsula School District at Harbor Heights School before moving on to Discovery Elementary School. 
Harbor Heights was originally constructed in 1953 on a wonderful site atop the hill overlooking Gig Harbor Bay. It has had a proud tradition of educating the children of Gig Harbor for over 50 years. It began by serving the children of the Croatian fishing families and Scandinavian farming families as well as many other early pioneer families. The property has since been sold and is the home of the Gig Harbor City Hall. The “new” Harbor Heights School has been relocated on 36th Street. 
The school population was growing in the early 50’s and the existing schools, Rosedale, Crescent Valley and Lincoln were aging and small. The idea to consolidate those schools into one was presented to the community and approved. Harbor Heights was constructed as an eight room school with the funds available. It housed 250 children in grades 1-4. Lincoln remained open to house 5th graders while the 6th graders attended Harbor Intermediate (Goodman) School. Stan Dahl was assigned as the principal of the new school while the teaching staff came from Rosedale and Crescent Valley schools. The charter members of the teaching staff were: Evalyn Miller and Maria Hageness, grade one, Thelma Cummings and Hetty Wilkinson, grade two, Ruth Little and Mary Skrivanich, grade three, Jean Eaton and Joy Pratt, grade four, Charl Blackwood, grade five. Malcolm Martin came in 1955 to teach grade six. Rudy Moller and Roger Iverson came to teach grade six between 1956 and 1959. 
The school population continued to grow so almost as soon as Harbor Heights was constructed, an addition was in the planning stages. Once again the community accepted a bond proposal and several more rooms were added to the building. At this time Lincoln School (now the site of the Latter Day Saints Church) closed and the 5th and 6th grades began attending Harbor Heights. 
In those years funds were always scarce for the essentials such as books, paper, and other teaching supplies. Likewise, money for custodial supplies, maintenance items and transportation was scarce. Money for building schools may have been even easier to obtain than supplies as the sale of state timber harvests was the source for new schools and the timber industry was thriving. Also, the school lunch program came into existence about this time and it too flourished because government food surplus’s were funneled to schools and other public institutions. 
Stan, as principal and the teachers who worked with him did a great job of presenting an exemplary program with their knowledge of teaching, their creativity, and hard work with what we would consider today minimal resources. 
Stan was a happy, jovial person with a good sense of humor and a strong work ethic. He made parents and their children feel proud and comfortable in their school. He had strong parent support through the PTA and volunteer help. The teachers respected his leadership and the school’s overall personality was a bright spot in our community. I will have to say that one of Stan’s strongest traits was his resourcefulness. He could get supplies for maintenance and custodial needs through surplus outlets or through people he just knew. 
An example of Stan’s resourcefulness was his experience with trying to get curtains for the gym windows. The gym was used not only for P.E. but also for plays and films. The sun shone glaringly through the windows which were about 25 feet above the floor. He requested money for curtains several times and was turned down each time. Not to be defeated in his quest for curtains, Stan asked the maintenance supervisor, Morrie Campbell to see if he could find some dark material at the Boeing surplus facility to use as curtains. Morrie came in several days later with a couple of large black parachutes. Stan brought his wife’s sewing machine to school, began measuring and sewing together black parachute curtains. Morrie at the same time constructed the curtain rods, hung them and was ready for the curtains. Stan finished his sewing and he and Morrie hung the curtains on the east side of the gym. Wonderful! So, they moved to the west side, hung the curtains and they were four feet short of coming together. Instead of bringing the curtains down to sew on four more feet, Stan took the sewing machine up the ladder, placed it on the window sill and sewed on four more feet of parachute under very precarious conditions. The curtains remained in use until the building was sold and razed in the late 1990’s. 
He felt the school and in fact the school district needed more young male and female teachers in the elementary schools. He would spend time at his alma mater, Pacific Lutheran College, talking to the professors to find the best young men and women to recruit and come to the Peninsula. Several of our excellent teachers can credit him with helping them find a way to this school district. 
Stan was interested in many outside activities also. For instance, he acquired some rental homes in the Parkland area, where he spent most of his young life. He remodeled and maintained them for an additional income. He also was interested in going into private business which is where I entered the scene and work experience with Stan. 
I had begun teaching grade five at the district’s newest School, Artondale in 1959 , following a tour in the Marine Corps, college and marriage. I taught two years at Artondale and then requested a leave of absence for one year. I returned to college to complete my required 5th year of education which I included in a Master’s program in School Administration. We returned to the Peninsula in1962 and I was placed at Harbor Heights to teach grade five and complete an Intern program under the tutelage of Stan Dahl. 
Because all administrators seemed well established in this school district I began looking at other school districts which were advertising for principals. During the early spring of 1963 Stan came to me knowing I was beginning to interview with other districts and said, “Why don’t you consider staying on with this district as I am retiring to go into the road striping business.” I was surprised but immediately made an appointment with our superintendent, Harold Best. I applied for the position, was accepted and began a 15 year career as the new principal of Harbor Heights in September of 1963. I was 30 years old. 
I will never forget my first year as the principal of Harbor Heights. The school at that time housed grades 1 through 6. There were 13 teachers, 10 of whom were veterans and 3 who were new to teaching. There was 1 custodian, 2 cooks and a 1⁄2 time secretary whose primary responsibility was to count the lunch program money. There was also a band teacher who came once or twice a week to teach 5th and 6th grade band. The county provided a visiting nurse who came once a month. 
My office equipment and supplies consisted of a manual Royal ribbon typewriter, a telephone, an electric clock and bell system which was harder to set and learn about than some of my college classes. My desk and chair were oak and government surplus as were most of the teacher desks and chairs. My chair had coasters which I had to learn to balance without falling over backwards which actually happened to some school personnel who needed to make a call from the only private phone in the building. 
The service area for Harbor Heights was huge. During those years, before 1970 when Purdy Elementary opened, the service area for Harbor Heights extended from the Kitsap County line along the waterfront including Pt. Richmond to the tip of the Gig Harbor sandspit. It also took in the roads all around Burley Lagoon and Wauna. The area included North Rosedale all along past Allen’s Point, Rosedale Bay and followed Rosedale Street to Gig Harbor. Included also was all of Gig Harbor and south along Reid Road to the Narrows Bridge and then back to Gig Harbor following Highway 16. It crossed the highway to include the Midway area. I can remember several times taking sick children to their homes in Wauna and Goodman Drive almost to the county line. 
Our busses certainly put on many miles during their pick up and deliveries. 
I was recently reminded about the size of our service area while having a conversation with Mrs. Beverly Johnson. The Johnson family had five boys and lived in Wauna. At the time of this story only the two older boys were in school. One day they went to their bus stop but were too late and missed the bus. They returned home to tell their mother. Dad took their family’s only car to work so mom said, “Well, you boys will have to walk to school.” Harbor Heights was probably twelve miles from their home in Wauna. The boys took off walking and when they reached Purdy they asked someone to use their phone to call their mom and report where they were. She said, “Keep walking, you may get to school about the time to catch the bus home.” They continued, however, she then called me at school to report what happened and where the boys were. I thought there are some dangerous stretches along the highway and the children would have to cross somewhere before Gig Harbor, so I went out and picked them up, took them to school and then called Mrs. Johnson. She thanked me while at the same time let me know that by walking all the way to school it would let them learn a good lesson about getting to the bus on time. 
When I began at Harbor Heights in 1963 the District’s elementary schools were Evergreen, Vaughn, Artondale and Harbor Heights. By the 1970’s the school population continued to grow rapidly. In 1970 Purdy opened which was a blessing, however, the enrollment continued to grow so by 1975 we were beginning to think about the next school. We created a study group made up of teachers, parents, administrators. That committee created the educational specifications, (philosophy, building features, playground ideas) and delivered them to the School Board. Following the Board’s acceptance, a bond issue was presented to the community and it passed. It was then decided to employ an architect to begin with the building plans. Because we were double shifting pupils at Purdy, Harbor Heights and Artondale we decided to create a new school and house the pupils in portable buildings on the site of Peninsula High School. This would be the sixth elementary school in the district. As an interim name it was titled Satellite #6. In the school we would house pupils from all three double shifting elementary schools from grades K through 4 until the new school would open in 1981. 
At this time I had been the principal of Harbor Heights for 15 years. I applied to the superintendent, Eugene Peters, for the position of principal of Satellite #6,(Later named Discovery) and was accepted. With that I will close this chapter of Harbor Heights history as I recall it from 1953 to 1978. 
The names of the many teachers can be found with their pictures in the scrapbooks kept by the school’s archivists. Pat Bujacich can be credited for her fine work in keeping up the scrapbooks through the 1960’s and 70’s. 
As for the listing of the various teachers, principals and other employees at Harbor Height during  the 1953-1978, that information can be found on Gary Williamson’s document.  It will be filed under Schools in the Harbor History Museum.  It can also be found on the internet where I found the document, Harbor Heights History 1953-1978.
I am however including the information Gary wrote regarding some of the personnel at Harbor Heights Elementary School regarding their relationship to the early families of the greater Gig Harbor community.
Of all the personnel who worked at Harbor Heights over the years it is interesting how many have ties to early or pioneer families from the area. Below are listed those who come to mind. 
  • Rosemary Land Ross, a Gig Harbor native, whose parents homesteaded on a farm in Rosedale. 
  • Hetty Wilkinson whose family farmed off Rosedale Street and is now the site of Wilkinson Farm Park. 
  • Mary Skrivanich, who married Martin, a direct descendant of a Croatian fishing family. Mary grew up on San Juan Island and I remember her telling me how when the family needed a doctors appointment they rowed their skiff to Victoria, BC. 
  • Pat Bujacich, who married Jake, a direct descendant of a Croatian fishing family. 
  • Nancy Jerkovich, daughter of Nick Jerkovich, also from a Croatian fishing family. 
  • Jody Janovich, who also married into a Croatian fishing family. 
  • Myrtle Finholm,a member of the pioneer Hunt family, married into the Finholm family who owned the first telephone company in Gig Harbor. 
  • Ella Fosness, married into a pioneer family from the Cromwell area. 
  • Nancy Picinich, married into a Croatian fishing family. 
  • Marg Tarabochia, a Montana girl, married John, a descendant of a Croatian fishing family 
  • Dave Tarabochia, son of Marg and John, is of Croatian descent. 
  • Nelda Spadoni Langhelm, a daughter of the early Italian family who owned Spadoni Construction Company for many years in Gig Harbor. 
  • Margaret Spadoni, who married Julius Spadoni, from the early Italian family and later became president of the Spadoni Construction Company. 
  • Mary Lee Squires, daughter of Mary and Martin Skrivanich, a descendant of a Croatian family 
  • Rudy Moller, a member of the early Moller family who settled along Sunrise Beach. The Mollers donated the property now known as Sunrise Beach Park. 
THANK YOU 
To the people who gave me the boost to follow my instincts that the rich history of the Public Schools on the Peninsula should be recorded before more of it has been lost. Those giving me the boost were Rosemary Ross and Joan Storkman. Also helping jog my fading memory were Mac and Norma Martin, Pat Bujacich, Dave Trochim, Steve Aspden, and Roy Okamoto. Further information came from Harbor Heights scrapbooks and photo albums, PTA archives and the Gig Harbor Historical Society. 

Again, this blog has been brought to you via the wonders of the internet and Gary Williamson.  I hope it renewed some of your, or your children’s memories of the first Harbor Heights Elementary School in Gig Harbor.
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