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(Author's Note: I know that in our family there are some pretty sad memories, the same is true with any family. I try to not include pictures I know will bring back hurtful memories but especially when it comes to Gary Sr. I have decided that not to include him would makes us lose out on some wonderful photographs. I'm sorry if that offends anyone.)

I honestly know nothing about these photographs. I found them on my dad's computer. Awhile back, he spent days scanning slides and these are what he found. I am going to number the pictures and if any of you know what these pictures are if you would leave it in a comment that would be great!

I tried really hard to color correct these but some were beyond repair.
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#2 ( #2 Looks like a family picnic at the Little North Fork on the Santiam River outside of Salem- submitted by Joanie)


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#11 (#11 Looks like me with Grandma Vellys on Christmas :)- submitted by Joanie)
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Descendants

Isn't amazing that two people could have all of this family? I think this is everybody as off 2002. All of these people are together in this picture because of Charles and Vellys.

More of Grandpa's songs ...

My favorites ---

Old Folks

Old folks, young folks,
Everybody come
Join the baptist Sunday School
And have yourselves some fun.
Please check your chewing gum
And razors at the door
Any you'll hear the Bible stories
Like you've never heard before.

Samson was a man
From the John Sullivan School
He slew a thousand men
With the jaw bone of a mule
Then along came Delilah
And filled him up with gin
She cut off all his hair
And the cops ran him in.

Jonah was man
As skinny as a rail
He caught a steward passage
On a transatlantic whale
Jonah in the belly of the whale
Felt the press,
The Lord pushed the button
And the whale did the rest.

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The Bum Song

Down by a Western water front
One cold November day
Out in an open box car
A dying hobo lay
Good-bye my friends I'm going
To a land where all is bright
Where hand-outs grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.

You never have to wash your face
or clean you dirty socks
And little drops of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks.

Oh it ain't a goin'a rain
No more no more
It aint'a a goin a rain
No more
Oh how in the world
Can the old folks tell
It ain't-a goin' rain no more?

A man laid down by the sewer
And by the sewer he died
And at the coroner's inquest
They called it sewer side.

Oh it ain't a goin'a rain
No more no more
It aint'a a goin a rain
No more
Oh how in the world
Can the old folks tell
It ain't-a goin' rain no more?

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Fairy Flower

I am like a Fairy Flower
Growing wilder every hour
No one here can cultivate me
For I'm as wild as wild can be.
I put my finger upon my head (which Grandpa would then do)
And turn around 'til I am DEAD! (and Grandpa would turn around and around and then fall
to the floor and pretend to be dead!)

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Twenty Froggies

Twenty froggies went to school
Down beside the rushie pool
Twenty little coats of green
Twenty vests all white a clean

Master bull frog, strict and stearn
Taught them lessons in their turn.
Taught them how to jump and dive
Taught the how to nobly strive.

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Why in the HECK did we not get him singing these on tape??!!! A real travesty ... but at least we have the words and I still know the tunes ... don't let them die! They were classics!

Grandpa's songs

Do you remember Grandpa singing to you? I loved it! I remember riding in the Cadillac (take your pick which one, they were always blue) in the middle on the "horse" and Grandpa and I would sing songs. My favorite one was "My Little Gray Kitty"... who knows if that was the name of it. It's a gross little song about losing a kitty, looking for the kitty and then finding it dead! Ha Ha Ha! Sick and wrong, but oh-so-right when Gramps would sing it and pretend to cry; boo-hoo-hooo~ and then giggle.

Now there were other songs, about froggies going to school, down by the rushy pool, eating delicious bugs, and Sampson, and drinking bums, but the Kitty song was my fav. We always said that we were going to get him on tape (to which he didn't respond to well, if I recall) but I don't know if we ever did. So if anyone out there is paying attention and knows of a tape, PLEASE let me know. If not, at least I have tons of memories... Which were your favorites?

PS-- here are the lyrics that I can remember. Can anyone fill in the missing pieces??

I lost my kitty, my little gray kitty
Oh, where could she be found?
I looked under the table and in the cradle.....

So I took my hook,
and when down to the brook,
to see if my kitty was there...

I found my kitty, my little gray kitty had drown, Boo-hoo-hoo...

Playing in Grandma's drawers and striking it rich...

When I was younger, Grandma Vellys would let me go through her vanity drawers. (you know the one with the round spinning seat?) I would find all kinds of treasures.... necklaces, powders, pretty bottles (remember the blue ones?). She would let me try on all of the jewelry and it was a blast.

One day I thought I had hit the jackpot! I FOUND GOLD!! Sheets and sheets of GOLD! Now, I thought my grandparents were rich, but to just keep SHEETS OF GOLD laying around in a drawer??? That is some serious kind of rich. I carefully took the gold (which was wrapped in special purple paper) out to Grandma where she was laying on the sofa. She was getting a little kooky by then, but I thought she must be REALLY crazy to leave gold in her drawer! Boy, was I disappointed when she knew all about it and told me that it was called gold leaf that she had used in some of her china painting. Just to prove her point that it wasn't worth the millions that I had assumed (and because she was a little kooky by then) she proceeded to gold leaf the REMOTE CONTROL and HER OWN NOSE!! It was so funny. Man, I love her. And I still miss her... I put the gold leaf away and every once in a long while I would get it out and just look at it. Gold that was so thin and so many sheets... and a part of me wondered if Grandma really knew what she was talking about, because it sure looked like a million bucks to me.

Information about Charles and Vellys early married life

I pulled this information from Jan Foulger Tingey's autobiography. I was going to just write down the information but Jan is such a beautiful writer that I thought I better just let her say it.

"My mother, Vellys Woods, and my father, Charles Frederick Foulger, were married in the Salt Lake Temple on September 18, 1929, by Elder David O. McKay. At the time, he was one of the members of the Council of the Twelve Apostles. My mother was working at Boyle Furniture Company as a stenographer for $40 per month. My father was working for W.H. Wright and Sons Company. He was hired by Laurence L. Balch to sell shoes for $4 a day. They paid $32.50 a month for a very comfortable little apartment. It was called “Avon Apartment,” and was located on Twenty-Fifth Street in Ogden, Utah.

My father said that my mother "acquired a taste for fine furniture" while she worked for Boyle Furniture Company. They furnished their apartment at a cost well beyond their means but my father still remembers the beauty and joy of their lives in that lovely home. They lived there – until the spring of 1933, at which time they moved to a little, white frame cottage in Ogden Canyon. It was located just above the Ogden dam, and at the base of Wheeler's Canyon, where Wheeler's Creek ran into the dam. The front lawn rolled right down into the water. They had a boat, a motor and some friends. They had a very happy life there.

My father and Larry Balch decided to go into business together with Mr. L.A. Roden. Larry had a few hundred dollars and my father had none at all. Mr. Rhoden had a little money, so the three men rented a building in Klamath Falls, Oregon, for $60 a month. It was located at 525 Main Street. Larry ordered the opening stock of shoes and my father ordered the Hummingbird hosiery.

The year of 1933 was a difficult one for many people. The United States was in a deep depression and hundreds of banks throughout the country had gone broke. I think my father was very brave to quit his job in Ogden and move to Oregon to start a new business. He said, "That of all the people in Ogden, I talked to about my move, the only single one that gave me any encouragement was my own dad!"

In the operation of the new store, Larry and L.A. were going to retain the jobs they already had and my father was to operate the store. My father went to Oregon in the middle of August 1933 and my mother was to follow as soon as she could liquidate their furniture and my father could get organized. My father borrowed $18 from my Uncle Jim to buy a bus ticket from Ogden, Utah, to Portland, Oregon. He met Larry there and then took a train to Klamath Falls, which was about 300 miles south. He said, "I arrived in Klamath Falls, feeling very much alone. I got a room at the Kern Hotel about one and one-half blocks from the store for only $4.50 per week. Money was a very scarce commodity, which reduced my menu to two donuts for breakfast and a twenty-cent sandwich for lunch and a hamburger and a glass of milk for dinner."

The store was opened in September, just before the opening of school. My mother came to join my father in November of 1933. He said, "I was most anxious and happy to see her." They lived in a room at the Kerr Hotel for a few days and then moved to an apartment at the Audley Apartments. After a few months, they moved to a penthouse at the top of the Early Hotel."

Family pictures

You may or may not have seen these ... I have stories, but no time this week to enter ... but I did want to at least post some pictures you might enjoy. I will put stories with them later ....
Phoebe Pearl Brown Foulger and Herbert Burton Foulger on their 50th wedding anniversary (Charles Frederick Foulger's parents

Jan Foulger with mother Vellys Woods Foulger and daughter baby Julie Foulger 1946

Charles Frederick Foulger with baby daughter Julie Foulger 1946

Vellys and baby Julie Foulger 1946


Jan Foulger and Julie Foulger - Julie's first Christmas - 1946

Vellys Woods Foulger

Vellys Woods Foulger
Charles F. Foulger - likely in his mid 30's
Charles F. Foulger - as a teenager
Charles Frederick Foulger 03-17-1994
Foulger family - in their new home at 560 Washington St. So. Salem Oregon 10-1946
Charles F. Foulger - in his late 20's
Charles Foulger and Vellys Woods - dating years
Baby Vellys Woods with her mother, Myrtle Dorthea Stephenson - known as Monnie

Charles becomes a bishop

I found this picture on a page in my dad's baby book today. Since it was in his baby book I am going to say it is circa 1960. Does anyone have a more precise date on that?
Below is my correction of the picture on the page. It is in pretty poor condition so there wasn't much that I could do to help it.
The quote on the page is actually pretty cute, it is in Jan Foulger Tingey's words and it says "Grandpa became a bishop. Gary said he didn't want grandpa to be a bishop. 'I still want him to be a grandpa!'"

Grandpa Charles Receives Distinguished Eagle Award

This was something that only my brothers were able to attend so I wasn't there and don't know much about it. I pulled this information about the award from Wikipedia.

The Distinguished Eagle Scout Award (DESA) is a distinguished service award of the Boy Scouts of America (BSA). It is awarded to an Eagle Scout for distinguished service in his profession and to his community for a period of at least twenty-five years after attaining the level of Eagle Scout. Other requirements include significant accomplishment in one's career and a solid record of continued community volunteer involvement. It is the only BSA award given to adults that is dependent upon the recipient's association in the BSA as a youth. Recipients are known as Distinguished Eagle Scouts.


Does anyone have more pictures or information about this event?

The purpose of this blog

I can't lie. I have oodles of pictures and memories of these wonderful people. I have been trying for almost a year now to get together pictures of Charles and Vellys as well as pictures of her china painting and make a book. So far, hardly anyone has volunteered to help.
I am trying to get more information. Please request to be an author or leave your comments. Write you memories, upload your pictures. Let's not lose family history because of laziness. These are two of the most amazing people I know. Let's do their memory justice.
I know your lives are busy. You don't have to do all the work. Just upload pictures with a few paragraphs. Just write a few paragraphs. Leave a comment and let me make it a post. I am going to edit the photos and make the book but I NEED your help. I want all sorts of pictures. Pictures of them with their grandchildren, their great grandchildren, everyone. Don't limit yourself to your memories, ask your spouse and any children that remember them to. PLEASE!