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Allred Family Association
Clement ALLRED TWIN (010203060912)
Allred Progenitors: (Ephraim Lafayette, Reuben Warren, James, William,
Born: 06/07/1903 Ferron, Emery Co., UT
Died: 07/09/1978 Lawndale, Los Angeles Co., CA
Submitted by: Don Allred 02/10/2001
This chapter is the second part of the oral history of
Clement Allred, recorded on tape January 1974. [For first
part of this history please refer to Chapter III]. The
tapes were transcribe by Dawnell Griffin in January of
Montie and I moved from the original place where we lived,
to a large boarding house for boys, closer to the
university. We got a job in the boiler room at the school
working four hours a day to help pay our board and room,
but it wasn't enough. We worked there, anyway, expecting
everyday to receive money from the horses we had sold, so
that we could continue our school.
Finally we got in a spot and didn't have enough money to
pay our board. We didn't know what to do. It was very
embarrassing. We expected money every day, but nothing
happened. We had just gone through the experience of
losing our father. We had taken him to Ferron and buried
him there with Mother in the same plot with some of his
children. We were very unhappy and under a strain, not
having any money. We felt that the landlady thought we
were just trying to get by without paying.
"What should we do? Should we quit school?" We didn't
want to quit; we wanted to get an education.
I said, "I'll tell you what let's do. Let's go to the bank
here in Provo and borrow the money until our money from the
Mont said, "You talk like a crazy man. How can we expect
to get a loan without security?"
I said, "We can tell them that we have money from the
He said, "O.K." We went to a bank in Provo. Of course we
were strangers (just a couple of kids). We didn't know
anybody, but we had a lot of nerve. We asked for the
manager. We went into his office and told him we were
expecting money for these horses. We were going to the BYU
and wanted to get a little loan until the money came
He looked at us like, "Well, at least these boys have a lot
of nerve." He told us in a very friendly way, "It isn't
customary for us to let money out without security. You
don't have security?"
We said, "No, we don't have."
He said, "I'm sorry, but we just don't do that." Finally
he said, "What was your father's name?"
"Ephraim L. Allred."
A kind of smile came over his face. He said, "Well, listen
boys, I didn't know your father too well, but I know of him
through his reputation. If you are the sons of Ephraim
Allred, I'll let you have the money. In fact, I'll sign the
We were only asking for $150, but at that time, it was a lot
of money. He called in a girl and had her bring a note. He
signed it and we walked out with the money. I'll tell you,
folks, I was ten foot tall. What a wonderful thing it is
to have a good name. My father was known as "Honest
We were identical twins. We looked so much alike, people
couldn't tell us apart, unless we were face to face or right
together. I had a mole on my left cheek. That was about
the only way you could tell who was who, and then only if
you looked real close. We had a very, very funny
experience. Montie met a girl and they became quite
attached to each other. She didn't know he had a twin
brother. Montie would come and tell me about her.
He'd say, "You know, I met a girl the other day that..."
Boy, he just raved about her! He really fell for her. One
day I happened to go into the post office and a girl came up
to me. She seemed to know me, but I didn't know her, so I
just ignored her. You couldn't blame me. She had a
girlfriend with her, and apparently she'd been telling her
about the boy she'd met and how they were very attached to
each other. When I came in and ignored her, it was must
have been very embarrassing. A short time later we went to
Montie said, "I hope I see this girl. I sure want to see
Sure enough, here she came. The first thing Montie did was
walk up and ask her for a dance. She turned him down cold.
He just couldn't understand how things could change so
quickly. A little later they met and started talking. She
jumped all over him and bawled him out about how he'd
ignored her in the pst office.
Montie said, "I've never met you at the post office but I've
got a twin brother. I bet ya I know what's happened--my
twin brother." He got us together and explained to her.
"Well," she said, "I'll never make that mistake again."
I said, "I'll bet you before the year's out that I'll take
you home and you won't know the difference."
She said, "I'll take that bet." Knowing about the mole on
my cheek, she said, "I have a way of telling, and I know you
can't pull that."
A few months later, Montie went to a Lyceum course and he
took her. A lyceum course is a traveling course or group
that travels from college to college with unusual things,
entertainment and that sort of thing. I was out with the
boys when Montie took this girl to the lyceum.
Montie and I dressed quite a bit alike, but our overcoats
were different, and when it was cold we wore overcoats. We
were coming home from the movie when we passed the place
where Montie and this girl were.
I said, "Listen. I've got a little bet with this girl that
I can take her home and she'll think it's Montie. You tell
Montie, when he comes out with her, that he's wanted around
the corner here." (I went around the corner of the
building in the hallway.) When they came out, one of the
fellows said, "Your brother wants to talk to you a
minute." Montie excused himself, left her, and came around
to where I was.
I said, "Change overcoats with me [because our overcoats
were different] and let me put your overcoat on." I turned
the collar up so she couldn't tell it was me, and then I
said, "I'll take her home and you follow along behind. This
will just be a little joke."
He said, o.k., so I put his overcoat on and turned the
collar up. I came walking up to her and said, "Let's go."
She took a hold of my arm and away we went. Montie and my
friends were about a half a block behind, having a lot of
fun. I took her on home, but when I got her to the porch or
to the place where she lived, she started talking about
something that had happened between the two of them that I
didn't know a thing about. I couldn't answer an
intelligent question. She asked me a question I couldn't
answer, because I didn't know. All at once she reached up
and felt the mole on my cheek (that mole has been gone fr
many, many years). Montie and the boys came up and had a
real good laugh because she hadn't known the difference
until she felt my mole.
Montie and I finished that year at school. When spring
came and school let out, we went to Carbon Co. and worked on
the state highway. We had a lovely experience working
there, due to the fact that our father had been the road
supervisor at one time. We figured that would be a good
place to get a job. The first summer after going to BYU we
worked all summer in Carbon Co. around Price, Utah, and
Indian Canyon and through there. We made enough money to
go to school the next year, and we came back the same as
before. In the meantime, Arvil and his family left the farm
in Vernon and moved to Provo. That made it real nice for
Montie and me, because we could live with them in Provo.
How wonderful it was. Ernest was out with the sheep a lot
during that winter, so Harriet was in Provo too.
We lived with Alta and Arvil and their family. What a joy
it was to be with them and their children, Jay and
Marjorie, Ethella and little Maxine. What a lovely,
wonderful time we had there that winter.
The next spring, Mont and I decided we would go out and
sell woolen goods for the Utah Woolen Mills in the
summertime so we could go to school in the winter. We
bought a little Model T Ford. The seat came down so we
could make a bed out of it. We went into Colorado and had a
wonderful summer. We went to Grand Junction and all
through there. It was great to be out with Mont, and we
were quite successful. We had about a thousand dollars
worth of samples and big suitcases that we carried the
samples in. We showed the samples and sent in the orders
and they'd send out the product. Utah Woolen Mills was
very popular because of the cold winters. They had woolen
underwear, blankets, and many different beautiful sweaters.
They had one particular bright, shiny, red sweater that was
just beautiful. It would catch your eye. Nearly every
woman who saw it wanted one, but they'd say, "Well now,
have you sold many of these around this area?" They didn't
like to wear the same thing.
Mont would say, "We haven't sold any around here, but we've
only been in town a short time." So we'd take the order for
A couple of weeks later we were in Ludville, Colorado
staying at the hotel. We ran across a couple of Utah Woolen
Mill salesmen, in fact, students from the BYU, just like
Mont and I.
"So," they said, "you boys came through Grand Junction."
We said, "Yes".
They said, "We already knew that. All you
can see there are shiny red sweaters."
I don't know whether Montie and I'd dare go back there or
not because we sold so many of those.
Montie and I didn't go back to the BYU. We stayed quite a
while in Price and sold Ford automobiles for John Red Fords.
We'd go into the mining camps --Standardville, Castle Gate,
and Hiawatha. We'd go to Sunnyside, and we had a wonderful
time in Price.
Arvil, by now, had it real nice in Provo. Columbia Steel
was coming to Provo. They sent people out looking for
silica sand to mix with the ore. Utah has quite a lot of
silica. Arvil's cousin was a geologist and had known Arvil
at Utah State Agricultural College. When they heard that
Columbia Steel was coming to Provo, they went out
prospecting and found this silica sand in the Price
Canyon. Just above Springville, the whole mountain was
silica sand. They could blast it, mine and load it in cars,
and take it to Columbia Steel. That was what they wanted.
They came to Arvil and his cousin and asked them where to
find the silica and what they owed them for this
The geologist said, "You give Arvil Olson here a good job.
That's all we have to have."
So they gave Arvil the job of getting this sand out. Arvil
was pretty smart. He worked for a while with a crew of men,
but he finally decided to take a contract, do his own
hiring, and go it by himself. He was very successful in
this. He was clearing about a thousand dollars a month. He
bought property in Provo and was very successful. Then he
had a little bad luck. He didn't have insurance. He had
hired a fellow who was blasting out the side of the
mountain quite close to the road. He put an overload of
dynamite and blasted. Some of the rocks came down on the
highway and one hit a car. Arvil was sued for everything
he had, except the home he was living in.
Mont and I went up to Costella Springs and worked with
Arvil for a while. Then we spent a little time a thousand
feet below the surface at the Park City Mine. We worked in
the mine for two or three months but we didn't like the
mine at all.
We decided to go on into Salt Lake City. We sold Ford cars
for the Baker Company. Then we met a fellow by the name of
Kirkpatrick, who wanted us to go into the insurance
business for the Equitable United States in its Salt Lake
office. He onvinced us to sell at the Equitable. He was
district manager, and hired Mont and I. We went to Bingham,
Utah, and spent two and a half years selling insurance.
While we were in Bingham, we met a very good friend who was
with us many years. His name was Eddy Carlos. He worked in
the mines in Bingham and we sold insurance. Another good
friend who we met there was Charles Harold. Later he came
Then we went back to Salt Lake. We quit the insurance
business, and like young fellows do, we jumped around quite
a bit. I wished that we'd stayed in the insurance
business, but we decided we wanted to come to Salt Lake. I
got a job in Sears Roebuck in the shoe department selling
shoes. Mont got a job at the Goodyear Tire and Rubber. One
day Eddy Carlos came to Salt Lake and told Mont and I that
he was going to California. That was in 1929. His folks
were quite well to do and had bought him a new car, a new
"I'm going down to California and I'd like to have you boys
go with me if you would," he said. "It won't cost you
anything to go down. I've got this new car."
Montie knew that he could transfer from Salt Lake with the
Goodyear Tire and Rubber. They'd already talked to him
about it and said they could get him a job down there. Mont
and Eddy were going to California, but I didn't want to
quit my job. I had a good job in the shoe department and I
They came to me and said, "Won't you go with us?"
I said, "I hate to quit my job." Still, I just couldn't
conceive of Montie leaving and us splitting up. When Mont
and Eddy were about ready to go, I said, "You come by and
I'll make a decision whether I'll stay or whether I'll go.
You come by." (They were going to leave the next day.)
It was April or May, in the spring of the year. It was
cold, and the winter wasn't over yet in Salt Lake. I went
to work that morning. Mont and Eddy were going to leave at
noon for California. Finally I said to myself, "I'm going
to quit my job and I'm going to go with them." I thought,
"I'll go on the trip, anyway, and probably come back with
Eddy." (He wasn't going to stay.) I went to the manager
and asked him if I could have a leave of absence.
He said, "What do you want a leave of absence for?"
I said, "Well, I have a chance to go on a trip to
"Who wouldn't like to go?" he said. "I can't give you a
leave of absence until you get your vacation."
"Well," I said, "how soon can you get my money ready then
because I'm quitting."
"Do you mean you'd quit?"
I said, "I do. Just as soon as I can get my money, I'm
He went ahead and got my money for me, and at noon, Mont
and Eddy came by in his Chevy coup. We went up to the place
where we were boarding, loaded our things, and away we came
to California. It was a brand new Chevrolet car, and we
had a lark. Eddy was a real pal.
We left Salt Lake and decided to drive right through and
see how soon we could get to Los Angeles. They didn't have
the roads they have now. I remember there were graded
roads and graveled roads most of the way. One of us would
drive for two hours. We had an alarm clock in the coup,
and when the alarm clock rang, we changed drivers. Then we
would go right on for another two hours. The only time
we'd stop was to eat a little bit. It took us 18 hours,
and at that time we thought it was a real record.
We really fell in love with California and the beautiful
sunshine. We decided we'd try and stay. Mont went to
Goodyear Tire and got a job. They gave him a transfer, and
Eddy and I decided we'd go to Standard Oil in El Segundo to
see if we could get on there. They gave us both a job, but
we had to pass physical examinations. Eddy passed with
flying colors, but after they examined me, they found I had
a potential hernia. If I did any heavy lifting, I could be
ruptured and they didn't want that. I was turned down, and
Eddy got his job.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't have a job, and I didn't
have much money with me. I thought, "The only thing I can
do, I suppose, is go on home." We had a couple of real
good friends, Albert Foote and Dennis Soderquist (from
Ferron), who had come down in 1924 and joined the Los
Angeles police force. Dennis lived across the street from
us. Both of those boys were on the Los Angeles police
Finally, I had about five dollars left to my name and my
fare home. I went down to say goodbye to Dennis
Soderquist. I felt very, very sad. I was leaving Montie
and Eddy, but I had to go. I told Dennis I was going
home. He said, "Why dont you stay here and find a job?"
I said, "I'd like to, but I'm running short of money. I've
looked several places, and I haven't found a job."
"Well," he said, "if you need money, I can let you have
it." He handed me a 50 dollar bill. "If you need more,
you just come and see me." I decided I'd stay. I looked
up Albert Foote (being a policeman and all), who suggested
I go to the Union Pacific Railroad. He said I could get a
job as a special agent, working in the railroad yard and
checking the seals on the freight cars.
I went to Union Pacific, and they gave me a job right a way.
I was set, but this job was very unsatisfactory in one way.
It was 12 hours a day, seven days a week. But I had to
have it. I wanted to stay. I went ahead and took it. I
worked there for a couple or three months, but I got awfully
sick of it, 12 hours a day. I didn't go anywhere, I didn't
do anything, and Sunday came and I felt really funny. I
finally thought, "I'm going to quit this job." I decided
I'd take a couple of weeks and go to the beach. We really
enjoyed the beach. I went down to Sears Roebuck to get a
pair of swimming trunks, and while I was there, I happened
to pass the shoe department. It dawned on me, "Why not ask
them for a job?" I didn't know what kind of a recommend I'd
get after quitting a job in Salt Lake, but I walked up to
the manager of the shoe department and asked him for a
job. He said, "Sure, we can give you a job."
I went to work for Sears Roebuck. I thought I'd have a
chance for a little vacation, but I didn't. This was a
turning point in my life, working for the shoe department
in Sears Roebuck on 9th and Boyle. That's where I met Mary
Emily McDonald, my beloved wife.
The reason I got this job was because one of the regular
salesmen had a wheat farm in Canada. He had taken a leave
of absence for three months and gone up there. I happened
along just at the time they needed someone. The manager
said, "One of our regulars has gone up to Canada, and you
can have his job for three months and fill the vacancy we
have." Everything was really fine.
In the meantime, they'd hired another man, a Jewish fellow
from Chicago. He was very confident. He figured he had a
job even after this other guy came back. He figured he was
a big shot.
Mary was a traveling cashier for the Sears Roebuck Stores.
She would relieve the cashiers in the various departments.
One day she was cashier in the shoe department. The time
came for me to go out to lunch, and she said, "Would you
like to have me add up your sales tickets while you're out
I said, "That's awfully nice of you. I sure would
At lunch I thought, "You know, it might be possible to get a
date with her and go out to West Lake Park, boat riding or
something." When I came back, she handed me the slip she'd
added up, and I asked her for a date. I said, "How would
you like to go out to West Lake Park and go boat riding?"
She said, "I don't want to go out boat riding, but I'll make
a date to go out with you."
We started to go together, and it was love at first sight.
I know we were predestined to know each other and meet each
While I was working at the shoe department, we received
word that the fellow who had the wheat farm had passed away.
That meant one of us could have a steady job and take his
place. Just about this time the Jewish fellow came up to
me and said, "Well, what are you going to do, Allred, when
you're laid off?" This was during the Depression, and I
said, "Well I don't know. I don't know what I'll do."
"Well," he said, "it's tough to be out of a job now." He
was so cocky. I thought perhaps he had an inside track and
they'd told him he was going to have the job. One
Saturday, the manager came to me and said, "You know,
Allred, the three months is up." I knew what was coming. I
thought, "I guess that's it." He said, "We've got to make
arrangements for you to stay. We'll let Stinger go." I
almost fell over backwards. The way this fellow talked, I
really thought he had the job. Towards quitting time, the
messenger boy came. He called, "Mr. Stinger, Mr. Stinger,"
paging him. He said, "You're wanted up in the
superintendent's office." A funny look came over his face.
He knew what it was all about. He knew that he was the one
to go. He went up to the office and when he came back he
said, "This is a one horse-town, and I'm going back to
It was quite a thrill to know I had a steady job. It was
during the Depression. I worked there for eleven months,
then I transferred to the Vermont store in Los Angeles.
Mont kept his job at Goodyear Tire and Rubber, and Eddie
was working at Standard Oil in El Segundo. It looked like
we were to be in California. Another good friend, Charles
Harold, came down. We knew him in Bingham when we were
selling insurance. In the meantime he had married a cousin
of mine. Walt Modum, from Roosevelt, came around the same
time. We had quite a few acquaintances we used to run
with. We had all known each other before we came to
California. We met friends and made friends with other
fellows when we came.
I started going steady with Mary. We went out real often
to the dances. We finally decided to get married in June.
This was in the spring of 1929, but when June came around,
we didn't have the money to get married. We decided to
postpone it until the next June, a year from then.
One beautiful Sunday afternoon we took an airplane ride
over Los Angeles. There was an airfield on Western Avenue
that is now taken up with industrial buildings, but at that
time there was quite an open field just below the golf
course, where they did barnstorming. You could take a ride
over Los Angeles most any time. We were up in the air
flying over Los Angeles, and kind of jokingly I said, "What
do you say we fly down to Tiajuana and get married?"
Mary said, "We don't have to fly to Tiajuana to get married.
We can get married anytime."
I said, "Well, what do you say if we land and go look for an
apartment and get married?" She said, "O.K." After we
landed, we went to her home and told her father and mother
that we would get married a week from then, the next
Sunday. Everything was all set up. We went out first thing
and found a little apartment. That's how we happened to
get married the 30th of August.
When I came home and told Montie, he was very, very unhappy.
He could see we were splitting up, and he talked and
talked, really tried to get me not to do it.
He said, "You and I get along together. You don't want to
go and get married."
He talked to me half the night, but I was really determined
that I was going to go do this. I tell you he was quite
broken up. It wasn't long after that, he and Eddie decided
to go back to Utah and Idaho. He quit his job at
Goodyear. When he found out I was going to get married, he
figured, "I'll pull out and take on a new pal--Eddie."
They went to Utah and to Idaho, and I'll tell you, that was
one time in my life I was really lonesome--my brother
leaving me. I remember the day they left. I walked around
block after block, thinking about how we'd split up the
threesome. It was quite an ordeal for me, but I did love
I said, "I'm going to go ahead and get married and make a
life for myself without Montie."
Mont and Eddie went to Idaho and worked on a ranch for a
while and had a real good time. They stayed about a year.
Then they came back to California, and was I happy to see
them! In the meantime I was married, and it was quite
Mont and I were working for Goodyear Tire and Rubber. Our
names being so much alike, it was difficult for us to get
Social Security numbers. The government decided everyone
had to have social security numbers. We put in our
applications through the company, and it wasn't long until I
received mine, but Mont didn't receive his. Goodyear was
concerned, because it was the law that we had to have those
numbers. They wrote to Washington explaining that Mont
Allred hadn't received his Social Security number. They
received a letter back saying that they had sent his social
security number, but they had received two applications for
it (there was Clement and Clemont, you see). They wrote
another letter explaining that we were identical twins and
that Clement had received his, but Clemont hadn't. They
wrote back and said they couldn't issue another social
security number unless there was an affidavit signed and
pictures taken, definite proof that we were twins. We had
our pictures taken (I still have the pictures).
This story came out in the company paper. The Los Angeles
Times got a hold of it and put in a little article with our
pictures saying that identical twins had difficulty getting
Social Security numbers. It wasn't long until Mont got
We were selling appliances. Arvil was the sales manager in
Provo when we were going to the BYU. Mont and I were
selling vacuum cleaners and washing machines, etc., from
Salt Lake. We were sending our orders in and signing our
names, but they were so much alike that they were giving me
credit for all the sales. One day in the Sunday paper,
there was an article about a salesman in Provo by the name
of Clement Allred who was really doing well. It told how
much he'd sold. We got a paper saying I had won an award,
and they were sending me a gold watch. Mont was really
hurt. He was just as good a salesman as I was, and here I
was getting a big spread in the paper. He was very
disgruntled. Then we found out they were giving me credit
for Mont's work.
We've had things like that happen all our lives. People
send bills to me that are supposed to be Mont's, and my
bills have gone to him. It's really been a mix-up.
I'd like to tell a story about Jimmy Hanningan. When we
found out Mary was pregnant with Patsy, I was teasing
Jimmy. He had a girl and I had a girl (Barbara).
I said, "I'm going to have a boy. You know, that's
something I don't think you can have. The only difference
between you and me is that you give up, and I don't. I'm
going to have a boy."
He laughed and said, "When you go to the hospital and have
that boy, I want to be the first one you notify." We joked
about it. When Mary went to the hospital to have the baby,
one of the nurses said, "You have a big fine beautiful baby
I'd promised Jimmy I'd call just as soon as the baby was
born. So I did. I said, "We have a new member of the
Allred family." "What did you get, a boy or a girl?"
I said, "It's a girl." Patty heard these stories, so when
she was growing up, she wanted to be daddy's little boy.
As a young girl she could out-run anyone in the
neighborhood. She could climb trees and was trying to be a
boy because she figured that was what Daddy wanted. What a
joy little Patsy was.
When Mary was in the hospital, Mont and I went down to see
the baby, and we took Barbara Ellen with us. Mont was
tending Barbara Ellen, and she got a way from him. She was
two years old, and she running up and down the halls,
really having a time. Montie was chasing her up and down
the hall. He was having quite a time.
When Patsy was about a year old, we had an Allred reunion.
Mary and Mont and I went up to the reunion. Mont had
married Irene. When we were coming into St. George, Utah,
Mont said in a joking way, "Now I'd think I better drive."
Irene said, "Why?"
"We're in Utah now, and if we hit anyone here it's bound to
be a relative, so I'd better drive."
We went on to Fillmore, where our mother's folks are from,
where my grandfather came in pioneer days. There are a lot
of my mother's relatives in Fillmore. We stopped and went
to one of our cousins. When our relatives found out that
the twins had come from California, you should have seen the
different ones who came to see us. Irene couldn't believe
it. Mary couldn't believe it--so many relatives. Half the
town were Brunsons. We went on to Salt Lake and had a
wonderful reunion there.
Barbara used to be afraid of the vacuum cleaner. When she
was a baby she'd be practically hysterical. We had tried
to get her over it by having her stand there while we'd
turn on the vacuum so she could see there was nothing to be
afraid of. When we arrived in Provo, Barbara was three
years old. She was a cute little vixon. We were busy
greeting each other, and when we looked up, Barbara had
disappeared. Nobody knew where she was. We couldn't find
her (we hadn't noticed her go), and so we went looking for
her. I looked down one side of the street and somebody
went down the other side. We asked, "Did you see a little
three year old girl, a little blond?"
They'd say, "No." Finally we went to a place and I knocked
on the door and said, "You didn't happen to see a little
The lady said, "Oh yes, she's here. Do you know what
happened? She came to the door and said 'Do you have a
vacuum cleaner?' And I said, 'Yes I do.' And she said,
'Can I listen to it?'"
I picked her up and brought her back to where we were
At this time in my life, I took up golf. It has been one
of the most wonderful sports I have ever participated in.
Mont and I played two or three days a week and never had a
lesson in our lives. We both had the ability to swing the
We went to the old Sunset Golf Tee Course, rented some
clubs, and started to play. We loved the game. I don't
mean to brag, but we became good golfers. I believe, if we
had taken up golf when we were young, we could have had
quite a name. I have quite a few trophies and so has
Mont. This is where Mont met Dorothy, his second wife.
Before I forget, I'm going to tell a little story about
golf. We were having a golf tournament, and Louis (my
brother) came down from Utah. When he arrived, he asked
where we were. Barbara and Pat said we were playing golf.
He said, "Would you like to go with me out to see them?"
They came out to the golf course. Just ahead of us on the
fairway was a fellow, playing for the playoff.
Barbara and Pat yelled out, "Daddy, Uncle Louis is here!"
This fellow had just bent down to putt when he heard them
call out. He straightened out, got down again and he
heard, "Daddy, Uncle Louis is here." Then he bent down,
putted and he landed it in!
He looked up with a big smile on his face and said, "Well
that's for Uncle Louis." After we got back to the
clubhouse he said, "I want to meet Uncle Louis." He was a
good friend of ours and knew Pat and Barbara.
At one time, Mary was very ill with pneumonia. We almost
lost her. At the same time, her mother and I were in an
automobile accident. A fellow pulled in front of me and,
when we crashed, her mother was thrown through the
windshield. At first Mary wasn't told her mother was in the
hospital. Mary wasn't expected to live.
The doctor said, "By no means, let her know her mother is in
the hospital. You keep it quiet, because we don't want her
to worry about anything until she's better."
I hated to spring a surprise on her like that. But I had to
keep that promise. I had to be quite a liar. That was
quite an ordeal for me.
When Mary was in the hospital, I wanted to encourage her, so
I said, "You get well and we'll buy a home."
I had a good job and we were getting along pretty good. She
never forgot that, so in 1940, on the 4th of July holiday,
Mary said, "Let's get the kids and go to the beach."
We got in the car and went to Hawthorne. On Imperial
Highway, as you go to the beach, they were building a new
tract of homes. I said, "Let's go by here and look at these
new homes." Unknown to me, she had been out there and
picked out a home she liked. Not only that, but she had an
appointment with a salesman to be there. When we pulled up
and there was a salesman standing there I realized this was
a set up. We got out and he showed us the place. They had
five different types of homes. He said there were others.
I said, "No, if Mary likes this one, there's no use looking
The price was 27,000 dollars, a lot of money. It was 50 dollars
and 20 dollars a month.
I said, "I don't have 50 dollars."
He said, "How much money do you have?"
I said, "5 dollars."
He said ,"You give me that $5.00 and sign a note for the
That's how we got in our home. Well, my lands, you couldn't beat
We've been in it for thirty years.
We were the first ones to buy a home in that tract and the
first ones to move in. The girls were four and six. A
short time later a family with three girls moved in. We
really enjoyed them. These kids grew up together.
Then the war came along. You couldn't work in anything but
defense work. I went to the ship yards to Consolidated
Steel for about 18 months.
Then I went over to Western Pipe and Steel. I went to a
blue print school. At a certain time of day the employees
could go to school and learn to read blue prints.
The war finally ended, and I went to an appliance store in
Torrance and worked for Charles Ray, selling. Television
started and I was really interested in selling television.
Then the Korean war came on.
When the war started, we couldn't get merchandise. The
years went by and the lady next door, Lois Demary, was
working at Alcoa as a timekeeper. Her husband was also
working in the plant. They were in need of a timekeeper,
and Lois came to Mary and said, "There's a time-keeping
position open, and I'm sure if you go down and apply you
can get the job."
Mary asked me if I'd drive her downtown to Alcoa to check on
this job. I called up the store and told my boss I'd be
late. Mary and I went down to Alcoa and went into the
personnel office. It was full of a variety of people, but I
was all dressed up like I was when I worked in the store.
When the manager came out he said, "I'm sorry, but there's
no hiring today." He looked over and saw Mary and a couple
of women and he said, "There's nothing for women at all."
Then he winked at me. I wondered what it was about, so Mary
left and I stayed.
He came up and said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
I said, "What do you mean?"
He said, "Are you interested in a job?"
"I'm always looking for opportunities." (We couldn't get
merchandise at the store where I worked.) If I could get a
job there until the Korean war was over, I'd be alright.
He said, "We need a timekeeper. Would you be interested?"
"I'm open for opportunities."
"Well," he said, "I'll call the chief timekeeper and have
him come and talk to you."
I said, "O.K." All this time, Mary was out in the car
waiting for me. The timekeeper came and told me what a
beautiful job it was, and the pay was pretty good. I could
retire on it, and he really sold me. They gave me the job.
Mary was waiting for me, and when I arrived, she said, "What
in the world happened to you? Where have you been?"
I said, "I got a job."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to be a timekeeper." It was the job she had gone
down to get.
She smiled and said, "I'll never take you to go looking for
a job again."
That was the beginning of my career at Alcoa of America. In
the meantime, Barbara was married. Bill had been in Korea
about a year, and they were married when he came back.
During the war, Mary had taken care of children while their
parents worked. There was one little boy whose mother
brought him when he was about three months old, and what a
beautiful baby he was. He had big brown eyes, and we
really fell in love with him. One night I came home from
the shipyards and Mary was standing in the door. She had
this baby in her arms and she said, "How would you like to
I said, "I would love that. Is there any possible chance?"
She said, "Yes. An attorney for the state came by and said
Don was going to be put up for adoption and wanted to know
if we would adopt him."
I was surely happy about that, and you can imagine Barbara
and Pat felt--how happy they were. The state checked for
about a year on how we took care of him, and they went into
our past history. When the final adoption came through (he
was really a cute baby), we took him to court. We had a
well- known lady judge (quite an old lady) who had been in
Los Angeles a long time. We were supposed to be quiet, but
when they brought up the Allred adoption you should have
heard Barbara and Pat! Boy! They really made a noise.
They were overjoyed. The judge told them to "be quiet,
now," but she was so pleased they loved him so much. She
looked down over her glasses (she had a pointed nose) and
said, "He's a dear little fellah, isn't he?" We were so
happy when we brought him home and he was our own little
boy. We had the papers made out that stated he was born to
He had real dark brown eyes and dark hair and these two
little girls with blonde hair just mothered him when we
took him to church. They'd say, "This is our little
As he grew into boyhood, he was very cute. I got him a
little tractor, and we'd go down with him down the block.
It wasn't long until he wanted to go by himself. He'd say,
"Now wait here and I'll be right back," and he'd go around
the block on his tricycle. He was so happy, with a big grin
on his face.
I had a pet name for him. I loved him, and I'd call him
Tweedlebomb or Stinklestime, in a teasing way. I'd call
out "Tweedlebomb!" And I could hear his little feet coming
to me. He'd also answer to Stinklestime. I'd ask him what
his name was and he'd say Tweedlebomb Stinklestime. He
didn't mind at all. He surely was a darling boy, so
When Barbara and Pat were quite young, we had an old tom
cat. He was a great big huge cat, an old fighter, and he
seemed to think we belonged to him. We got him when we
first moved into the tract, and he ran all the other cats
off. He'd be out all night fighting. I've seen him a mile
and a half away from our home, while I've been driving
along in the car. He was blind in one eye. One April
Fool's morning (Pat and Barbara were still in bed), I got up
and came in and said, "Do you know what happened last
These two little girls looked up and said, "No, Daddy, what
"Well," I said, "you know, Old Tom had kittens."
"Oh no, is that so?"
Old Tom was sleeping out on the back porch and he'd been out
all night. They got up and asked, "Where is he?"
I said, "He's out on the back porch." They went out, but
they couldn't see any kittens. They said, "We don't see
any kittens." And of course, I said "April's Fool."
Well, I'll never forget how for two or three days these kids
pulled jokes on me--trying to get even. They put salt in
the food and everything they could think of.
When Barbara was about fifteen years old, we were having a
little bit of fun. Barbara said something about how she
could do anything as good as I could. I said, "Oh you
think so? If you want to, I can prove to you that I can do
anything you want to do."
She asked, "What will we do?"
I said, "We'll have a foot race." I went out in the street
and stepped off a hundred yards. Barbara had one of her
very good friends, Chris Nielson, there. They were
planning to go to the mountains, but I said, "Come on now,
we'll have this foot race." The neighborhood could see
what was going on, so they came and lined up like they used
to on the 4th of July when we were kids. We started this
race, and away we went. I tell you, Barbara was running so
close to me (I was running as fast as I could) and I'd be
looking behind me. I couldn't even see her. She was so
close! But I won the race.
We'd had a little bet. I said, "I won this race, so you
can't go up to the snow, up to the mountain. If you had
won, I'd have had to do the dishes for a week." Barbara
took it real well, but her friend was quite upset. When the
time came, of course I said, "You go ahead," but we had
quite a foot race.
We had neighbors, the DeMarys. Peggy DeMary was just about
the same age as Pat. When she was a little girl, she came
over to show us her Easter basket, and she was so proud!
She knocked at the door and when I answered it, here was
this little girl with big blue eyes and she had a beautiful
Easter basket. She held it up to show me.
I said, "Well, Peggy, Peggy! My goodness! How wonderful it
is to have you, of all people, bring me a lovely Easter
basket like that! Mary, come here and see what Peggy
She looked like she was about to cry. I took the basket,
and I just flattered her! I said, "That's the sweetest
thing anybody ever did!"
I'll never forget her expression. After a little while, of
course, I gave it back.
I used to borrow money from her. She'd come over and I'd
say, "Peggy, do you have any money at all?"
She'd say, "Well . . . I have a dollar."
And I'd say, "Do you think I could borrow about fifty cents?
I know you've got it, because you just told me. If I had
money and you asked me, I'd let you have it. Do you think
I could borrow that for a little while?"
I'd borrow money from her, and she would reluctantly do it.
She didn't want to hurt my feelings. I'd give the money
back later, you know, with a little interest. Those were
really happy days.
We had another young lady right about the same age. Her
name was Ilene Cook. They'd just had a brand new baby, and
she came over, one time, to tell me about her little baby
I said, "Well now, Ilene, I know that you have that little
baby, and I'd like to make a little trade with you. We've
got a big beautiful tom cat here. He's blind in one eye,
but he can see alright." I said, "I'd like to trade him for
Oh, she was flabbergasted! She said, "I should say not!"
I said, "Well, has your little baby sister got any teeth?"
She said, "No."
I said, "Well,Tommy's got teeth." I said, "Has your little
sister got any hair yet?"
"Well, Tommy has."
She went back home half crying and told her mother that Mr.
Allred was trying to make a trade with her--the baby for
the old tom cat. Of course in the neighborhood they all
knew me for an old tease, but I had a good time with these
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