My Husband-to-Be and Our Clockwork Engagement

While I was working as an usher in the theater, it was my job to make sure that no one put their feet on the seats. I had a friend who worked in the box office selling tickets. Her sister knew Jack because they all lived very close to one another.

Anyway while I was checking to make sure that people didn’t have their feet on the seats I came up to this fellow and I told him to put his feet down.

He said: “OK, but will you throw way my bubble gum?”

I said: “I will not!”

When I got off work, Jack’s sister introduced me to him. He asked if he could take me home, but I told him that I would take the streetcar.

He had a little Ford car. One I started to cross the street outside of the theater, he wouldn’t let me cross. He kept pulling out and offering to take me home. I kept refusing, but finally I let him take me home to Burlingame.

My husband-to-be set up rules of dating and they went like this: we were to date seriously for one year. If, at the end of one year we’re still together then he would give me an engagement ring. We would be engaged for one year. If we were still engaged at the end of that time then we would be married.

He stuck to it.

I met him on the tenth of August, and we were married on the seventh of August, two years later.

We were married in the garden behind my sister’s house. They built a bower, and the minister’s wife played the organ, and she painted a picture that I still have here in my home to this day.

The minister came out of retirement to perform the ceremony. He was minister Bercham, who was one of the founders of the University of the Pacific in Stockton.

The maid of honor’s parents owned a big sporting goods store in San Mateo. It was Darcy in San Mateo. I met Geraldine while I was in high school. We were very good friends, so she was my maid of honor.

Strong Bonds in Our Family

My daughter Susan was born first. Then, I lost a child who was premature. My son was five years younger than my daughter, and that was it. My daughter was born in 1941; he was born in 46. My son he is Jack Edward Taylor. My husband was Jack Elwood Taylor, and he always hated his middle name. So I thought I would name my son after my brother, John Edward Sorrels. They had the same initials J. E. T.

My daughter Susan worked for Safeway stores. She married into the Porter family of Woodside. Her husband was an Air Force Mechanic. She fell in love when she was seventeen. She had one son, and then she divorced. Now, she is married to a man named O’Brien. Today, she has a girl and a boy by Ken O’Brien.

My daughter went to school sponsored by Safeway. She’s pretty good with figures, just like her father and her grandfather.

My husband’s father was one of the biggest contractors in the state of California. He built the first Pacheco Pass, so they lived in Los Banos. They traveled a lot; I think my husband went to eight schools before he got out of the eighth grade.

Mr. Taylor also built the Santa Barbara breakwater. And Culver City was called Taylor city for 48 hours. He put in all the gutters and roads in Culver City. Mr. Culver went broke, and when he did he signed the whole thing over to my father in law.

When that happened Mr. Taylor asked: “what am I going to do with all this sand?”

He signed over the entire city to someone else; he just let it go.

Mr. Taylor was a millionaire twice, and twice he lost it. He was one of the biggest contractors and California. One of the best things he did was to pull strings and get my husband a job with Casey building materials. This outfit was located in San Mateo.