Star brings back many memories

Thank you for making The Star available. It brings back many memories. I am in Oregon and have lived here since we moved from CD in 1951. My father, Les Hubbard was first a shovel operator and then crane operator. My grandfather, Hartley E. Hubbard (1889-1970) was a rock mason and did the rock work in the parks, and after he retired did the rock work on the Community Church. He lived in Lone Pine and we lived in Koonsville and Coulee Dam on Camas Street.

Those my age (73) that grew up there will remember some of my teachers: Mrs. Foley, Mrs. White, Mrs. Seaton, all teaching at Elmer City, and my favorite, Mrs. Nichols, 6th grade at Columbia GS. She moved my desk to the hallway when I became unmanageable.

I attended Kinman Business College in Spokane after graduating in The Dalles. While there, one day I went into a barber shop and the barber asked me if I was a Hubbard. I said well, yes, but how did you know? He said I looked a lot like a man he worked with. “His name was Hartley Hubbard, and his oldest son, looked much like his father.”

I said, “that would be my father, and my grandfather.”

This coming November, my wife and I will be celebrating our 50th anniversary. I met Cynthia at the Colorama dance. Her father, C.D. Newland, dropped her there because she hadn’t been out and apart from her four children forever.

She didn’t recognize me but I had long remembered her from our fifth- and sixth-grade classes. When we were dancing, I said, “Don’t I know you, my name is Hartley Hubbard?”

After we married, I adopted Kim, Brad, Curt, and Kelly. In 2008, Kelly gave me one of her kidneys. We had one more Hartley (Greg) and he was delivered by Dr. Duncan Neilson, in Portland. Dr. Neilson delivered me at Mason City in 1939. It’s a small world.

Hartley L. Hubbard,

Sandy, Ore.