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Father’s Day…Timothy C. Jacques

My dad was born on December 9, 1927 and he was a typical Sagittarius. Head-strong, jovial and earnest; a hard working “good provider”. If you look at any of my other posts, you can see all of the people who made him into who he became. He was a “Momma’s boy”, but one that could take care of himself.


He was a charmer. He loved a red-headed chick with great legs and loved to drive a hot-rod as fast as he could get away with.


mom 2

He could be adventurous or just drop a fishing line into a river, looking to catch a trout. He had a great love of his family. He had older brothers he loved and older sisters that made him feel special. Oh, he did have a pest of a younger sister who liked to talk his ear off, and a niece who was just as bothersome. Hell, Daddy loved Aunt Angie and Viola just as much as anyone else; they were just fun to complain about.

He enlisted in the Merchant Marines at the age of 15 to join World War II then he enlisted in the Army when he reached 18.  He traveled extensively while in the army including Japan, Australia and the Philippines. He loved to play craps in the barracks but eventually no one would play with him because he would win all their money.


He met my mom and they were married in Las Vegas in 1952 and went on to have five kids.

When I was a teen, Dad worked in underground construction and often came home dusty and sweaty. He’d come into the house on Harper’s Ferry Court through the garage, into the laundry room, then drop his clothing at the washer. He walked all the way back to his bedroom in just his tightie-whities, even if we had friends at the house.

He took a black lunch box to work, the kind that had a flip top lid and silver latches. He sometimes took a Hostess cupcake or a Hostess snowball for his desert at lunch. He usually brought home the extra, and you could have whatever he brought back. Sometimes, it was left over Vienna sausages.  Daddy carried Juicy-fruit gum, the yellow wrappers sticking out of his shirt pocket.

lunch box

Since he was in underground construction, he’d often wear a hard-hat and usually had one around the house.

He loved having a baby in the house.  As his last baby, my dad “babied me”. He loved to tell the story how he’d driven my mother to the hospital and dropped her off at the door. After parking the car, he raced into the hospital, only to see a nurse pushing a baby in a bassinet through the lobby. He said, “Hey, that’s my baby.” The  nurse said, “This baby was just born.” Daddy responded, “That’s my baby.” And it was me.

Mother had a serious fall down a staircase when she worked for Lockheed. She broke several vertebra in her back and damaged her shoulder. I was three years old. After that, my oldest sister Cammie and my dad took the responsibility of caring for me. Momma was still there but it was Daddy who bought my lunchbox when I started school. I cried and cried that I couldn’t possibly take a hot-wheels lunch box to school but he’d already bought it and so I was stuck with it. I wasn’t happy about that. He also took me to the first day of kindergarten. I was reluctant to join the class (going back to: I was the baby and didn’t want to go) and he pushed me toward the other children and told me he’d wait in the back of the room. Of course, he’d scat-assed as soon as I sat down.

me and dad

My cousin Cynthia Paulson was getting married in 1969 when I was about 4. I was her flower girl. I made it down the aisle alright, but once on the stage I became very antsy and was flopping over with great exaggeration. My dad started mouthing at me from the audience to stand still during the ceremony. Finally I whined at him from the alter, “But Daddy, I’m tired.” Oh yes, that became my dad’s catch phrase for me.

When I was six, Dad took me to the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey circus, just the two of us. I thought it was so cool that he’d taken me somewhere by myself. My favorite act was the motorcyclist who drove around and around inside a cage.

Some days Daddy would leave a quarter and a dime on the table for my lunch money. When he was out of Skippy Peanut Butter, he wouldn’t leave Momma a note. Rather, he’d leave the empty tub on the counter. I guess we surmised it was time to replace it. He only liked white, store bought bread. He said he hated taking homemade bread to school in a tin can. He only drank whole milk and loved sweets, especially lemon cake.

One of the best things about my dad was his love of my mother.  dad and mom

After Mom and Dad got married, my Aunt Jean famously gave them six months. Their marriage lasted far longer than that.

When I talk to Aunt Henrietta, my dad’s first cousin that he and Mother were friends with, she never fails to mention how much my parents loved each other, how devoted they were to each other. Their love was evident to anyone who spent any time with them.

Growing up, we knew Mom and Dad came first with each other, no matter what.

Daddy loved a good Roi-Tan Falcon cigar and smoked them constantly. When I was little he had smoked Camel cigarettes but after a health scare, he switched to cigars. He finally gave those up too, toward the end.

My dad loved to sit in his chair with his cigar and read or watch T.V. He was very well read, which made up for his lack of formal schooling. He was very intelligent and loved a good mystery.

All my life, my mother was my best friend. After she had died, I forced dad into that role. I don’t think he minded. He was very hunched over by then and had a difficult time sitting up straight. I would sit next to him on the floor and put my head on his lap, just so I could have him hug me.

If Dad were here today, I would buy him a box of See’s Candy (we only get Rocky Road and Peanut Butter Crunch…all two pounds) and take him out for Dave Wongs. This is the 13th Father’s Day that I have spent without him. I miss you Timothy Celestino Jacques or Big Time, as one of my brother in law’s used to call him. He was a hellofa guy!




Filberto Jaquez


The oldest son of Juan N. and Ana Maria Jaquez, Uncle Bert (that’s what my dad called him) was born on August 5, 1880. I have wanted to add his story to my blog for some time but I couldn’t pin down details regarding him and it was driving me crazy. As you can see, Uncle Bert’s real name (at this point I’ll call it that) was Filberto Jaquez. Now, if I tell you the amount of hours I put into looking for him spelled only that way, you’ll think I’m batty. I found him on the 1910 and his name is listed as Filberto A. Jaquez. That letter A is important. So, Uncle Bert is second after Aunt Sara and just before Aunt Josephine.


Juan N.'s children                                             Uncle Bert is third from left, seated

When I decided to start looking at Uncle Bert several months ago, I thought a call to Henrietta Hayes was in order. As one of the last  two remaining people alive who would have known him, I thought she was the perfect person to ask.

One of the first things Aunt Henrietta told me was that Aunt Sara, Uncle Bert and Aunt Josephine all attended Carlisle Indian School. Now, I knew of Carlisle because some of my Native American ancestors on my mother’s side had attended that school and we found some really cool documents for them.

School flag

Uncle Bert attended Carlisle Indian School for five years. He was a football player and he played against Princeton and Yale Universities The players would call the Carlisle players “country hicks” as all the students were from the country.

Bert Jacquez

                                            Uncle Bert is standing back row center

Carlisle Indian School would “outsource” their students so every student lived with a family in the Carlisle, Pennsylvania area.

1900 census in PA

Uncle Bert attended from 1899-1905 (approximately).

Carlisle Indian School                               Carlisle Indian School

bert school graduation

Of course, the most famous Carlisle Indian student was Jim Thorpe.

In 1907 Bert Jaquez married Virginia Duran. Their first child was Margarite Jaquez born in 1908, the next was Fred Jaquez born in 1909 and the rest of their children were Ann, Millie, Patty, Cristobal, Leonard and Teddy.

Alex, Virginia, Bert, Onofre, Celia, Ana Maria Lujan & clan

As you can see in this picture, Uncle Bert is the third person to the left, Virginia next to him holding a baby. I think the little girl in the white dress is clearly their daughter (she looks just like her mother lol).

Uncle Bert’s oldest daughter, Ann Jaquez became Ann Latham. She lived in Hollywood, CA and was a fabulous cook for movie stars. When the depression hit, she went to work for the Sheriff’s office in Los Angeles.

Anne Latham 1938


Now, don’t hold these next words against me. I did not say them. I didn’t even think them. However, when I asked Aunt Henrietta to describe Uncle Bert’s personality, she said he was a “Goldbricker.”

I laughed. She asked if I knew what that meant. I said no, I have never heard of that term. She said, “Well, you’ll have to look it up.”

Here is the definition. “Goldbricking…To loaf or goof around on the job. Supposedly an old union term describing laborers (or more specifically, bricklayers) who were going so slow.

Now, that I did find funny.

She also said he ran a blacksmith shop and a shoe shop. But his main source of income was sheep ranching. Like his father and his father’s father, he was a sheep rancher.

draft cardNow, here we circle back to the name issue. This is the WWI draft card filled out for Albert C. Jaquez. Shows him born August 5, 1880, had a wife named Virginia and he was a wool and sheep grower.  So, one of the things that stopped me from adding Uncle Bert to this blog was I couldn’t find when he died. I thought, well, this is ridiculous. I have a ton of pictures of him. I know a lot about him. What the heck? So I had some across some hints that showed A.C. Jaquez and I was like, no, that can’t be him. (I always think I know better.) However, I started searching again and decided to take a good look at the A.C. Jaquez hints. It always showed the spouse as Virginia (check). Also showed that they lived in Southern California in later years (where daughter Ann lived, check). Also showed the same birthdate for Uncle Bert (although there is always some discrepancy with the date, whether it was 1880 or 1881.

Bert Jaquez & Virginia Duran                        Uncle Bert, Aunt Virginia and their son and grandbaby

Celestino sibs                                     Uncle Bert on the far right

Senator Chavez palbearers announced T.S. Archuleta and Bert JacquezI thought this was interesting. Senator Dennis Chavez’ honorary pallbearers included T.S. Archuleta (Uncle Simon) and Bert Jaquez.

I finally decided to call the mortuary where A.C. Jaquez was buried. I asked the clerk if she could tell me what his name is listed on their records. She said that the plot was owned by A.C. Jaquez but that Filiberto Jaquez was buried there. So, either Uncle Bert went by A.C. or it was owned by Ann Jaquez or some other mystery but it seems reasonable that it is in fact his grave.

It appears that Filberto Jaquez died on November 22, 1963. I am going to try ordering his death certificate so I can have confirmation.


Jacques/Jaquez/Jaques Familia

Well, I know I have done a post on Juan Nepomuceno Jaquez before but I have a few things to add. The first is this:

Juan N. Jaquez for 1898

I ran across this record and thought it was something my kids should know. His occupation listed on the census is farmer. When I think of a farmer, I think of someone who has a “midwest” attitude and mindset. But I don’t think Juan N. was that kind of farmer. I think he was very much a politician, a family man and in fact I think he is exactly how our fathers turned into the loving family men that they did.

Juan N Jaquez in 1897 Territorial Legislature

So, Juan N. is in the farthest row on the right, second picture down. My father was so proud of this picture. He had it framed and it hung in our house for years. My father had great respect and admiration for Juan N. We went to the New Mexico Legislature building in Santa Fe, just so my dad could show us where the legislature met.

Juan N. Jaquez house bill

Here is a piece of legislature introduced by Juan N. to keep animals from running loose in the streets. So he liked an orderly town, clearly.

Report of the Governor of New Mexico to the Secretary of the Interior

And here is the listing for the House of Representatives.

While I was researching him, I ran across a book titled, “La Plata, Tri-cultural Traditions in the Upper San Juan Basin” written by Frederic B Wildfang. There is a chapter in this book entitled “Cattlewoman of the Year, Stella Montoya”. If you remember, Stella Montoya is Uncle Onofre’s daughter. I was scanning the chapter about her when I ran across this picture.

Juan N.'s children

I thought hot damn, I’ve never seen this picture before.  So there isn’t a lot of detail on the picture itself but I believe the back row is Aunt Celia, Aunt Lucy, Aunt Sara, Aunt Josephine and I am not certain who is the last in the row. The article does point out Aunt Sara and knowing she is the oldest, it makes sense. In the bottom row, Uncle Simon, Grandpa Celestino, Uncle Bert and Uncle Onofre. As near as I can tell, this is taken in close proximity to when Uncle Onofre went into WWI so this is probably close to 1915. I have ordered the book and can’t wait to read it.

Speaking of his children, I had a picture that I wasn’t sure who it was although I knew it was Juan N.

Juan N. and Celia

Love how her arm is thrown around her father. So, this is Juan N. Celia, Edna, Effie and Fred Herrera. I wasn’t positive until I saw that my cousin had posted the names on that picture and looking at baby  Effie I thought, that is probably very accurate. So I think this is from approximately 1929 as Effie was born in 1928.

I think Juan N was very much a family man. The pictures of his 50th wedding anniversary  below show a man who surrounded by his children and grandchildren.

I ran across a writing on my cousin Joey Telena’s Ancestry account. It was from Aunt Flora and she was talking about her life. Aunt Flora was the daughter of my Great Aunt Josephine who passed away in 1929 when Aunt Flora was 13.

Aunt Flora talking about her grandfather

It is so wonderful to have her words about her grandfather. Those words mean so much to me. He went to check on his grandchildren every day after his daughter died, making sure Aunt Flora had what she needed to take care of her brothers. I love how they called him old man Jacquez! Haha, so funny.

Speaking of Jacquez, our last name has undergone so many changes. When I found Eusequio, Juan N’s father, on the 1870 census, it is spelled Jacquez. When I find Juan N. on the 1900 Census, Juan N’s last name is spelled Jaquez, no letter C. My birth certificate is spelled Jacquez but my dad had his name changed to Jacques when I was young and so I spelled my son’s name that way too. I guess no matter what way you spell it, you can’t hide great genes!

Dorothy Saiz

Dorothy Saiz started out as Rosa Dorotea Jacques but god forbid you called her that. She wasn’t a fan of her first name. Aunt Dorothy was the third from the youngest, just above my dad Tim in age. She was born November 3, 1920 in Cuba, New Mexico, seven years before Tim.

Dorothy, Tim, AngieDorothy, age 10, Tim, age 4 and Angie, age 1

Dorothy didn’t like school because the family would move often and she’d have to start at a new school. She could read well but could not do math.

When the family came to California, they all took the train except for Aunt Dorothy as she drove with her father to cook for the men.

Jaquez in CAAunt Dorothy is second from the left, about 15 years old here.

dot 1She looks about 18 years old here.

MontroseHere she is in 1937, second from the left at 17 years old.

dorothy 1Aunt Dorothy is third from the left in this shot.

One of her school mates was Tak Miyasaki and his brother Sam. They started life as Isami and Takeasi Miyasaki.

miyasaki famJames, Sam, Tak, Betty and Margaret Miyasaki

Their father was James Miyasaki and their mother Margaret Saiz. James was born in Japan and immigrated to the U.S. in 1898.  Margaret was born in Colorado and she was Spanish.  Here is the Miyasaki family in 1930 when they were living in Colorado. He was listed as a farmer.

1930 census Miyasaki family

Isami became Sam and he met Dorothy when they lived  near (Sharon thinks it may have been the same building) the Jacques family. They began dating and married on January 12, 1939. Since it was illegal for them to be wed in California, they went to Reno, Nevada and had a reception upon their return.

396 jacques familyDorothy and Sam Saiz wedding reception.

Here is a photograph of them after their wedding. As you can see, all of her siblings were present along with Aunt Celia and Grandpa Juan N. Jacques.

In October of 1939, James Miyasaki, Uncle Sam’s father, passed away and was buried in Stockton.

My cousin Jeanie was born on April 16, 1940. She was named Dorothy Jean, and was called Jeanne after Jeanne Crane, a movie star.

392Aunt Dorothy is in front with Jeanne, my dad just behind them, then her parents and Aunt Angie. I suspect probably Viola is standing next to Aunt Angie but can’t tell for sure.


Tim and Dorothy 2Tim and Dorothy probably the same day as the picture below.
Here is a picture of my dad Tim with Jeanne about 1944.

dad and jeanie martin

As our country neared World War II, President Roosevelt signed an Executive Order ordering all Japanese-Americans to evacuate the West Coast. This was on February 19, 1942, while they were living in Stockton. Uncle Sam, his siblings and Jeanne all received letters saying that would need to be relocated to internment camps. Dorothy and Margaret were not included in the letters sending them to the camps.

Dorothy would not have let her family go alone and planned to go with them, but the family had a savings grace in Roscoe Zuckerman. Roscoe Zuckerman was a farmer/rancher who lived on the Delta Islands, which were formed by the San Joaquin and Sacramento Rivers. His island, Mandeville, is where Uncle Sam worked for him.  He stepped forward and told government officials that Uncle Sam was his employee, they could all live on his island, and that he would take responsibility for his entire family. He said that they would be part of the war effort.

zuckermanHere is Uncle Sam in the top row, third from the left, sitting next to my Uncle Fred.

They were very fortunate that they did not have to go to the relocation camp. They also changed their name from Miyasaki to Saiz, which was Margaret’s maiden name.

Betty Saiz, Uncle Sam’s sister, said that her mother Margaret had written to President Roosevelt and that he’d allowed them to not go to the internment camps, but I think Aunt Dorothy’s story is much likelier to have happened.

Tak and Lena wedding day at St. GertrudesThis is Uncle Sam’s brother Taki’s wedding to Lena in front of the church in Stockton.

There were no roads leading to the islands then so Aunt Dorothy, who had moved with her family out to the islands, moved back to Stockton and stayed with Tonita when she was getting ready to deliver Sharon. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have had a way to get to the hospital when Sharon was born. She arrived on August 26, 1945.

After Mr. Miyasaki’s death, Margaret Saiz married Charles Rae.

Mr. RaeThis is a picture of Mrs. Telena, Uncle Sam, Mr. Rae (Uncle Sam’s step-father), Mr. Telena and Uncle Joe.

Dorothy & Jeannie & SharonAunt Dorothy, Sharon and Jeanne. Sharon was named after Lana Turner’s daughter, Cheryl Crane.

Aunt Dorothy was a pistol. She was so full of life and we probably saw her the most out of my aunts and uncles.  She wasn’t a particularly “soft” person like my mother, but you always knew where you stood with her. She never pulled a punch. After my Aunt Jean’s husband passed away, Jackie and I spent a week away from my mother and stayed half the time with Aunt Angie and the other half of the time with Aunt Dorothy. Aunt Dorothy made us eat corned beef and cabbage and Jackie was ruined for life and can’t eat that meal to this day. I think it was just that we were away from my mother, but she still blamed Aunt Dorothy for her hatred of that meal. She also made us take naps. This was the 2nd of May, 1971. I was 6 and Jackie was 10.

Like most of the Jacques’ kids, she was a voracious reader. However, her first love was the movies. She loved movies and movie stars.  Something tells me Dorothy would have been on Twitter back in the day. She would have loved the opportunity to talk to movie stars directly and to hear what they had to say as well. Well, unless it was her previous favorite movie star. John Wayne had been the one movie star she adored until it was revealed what their political affiliations were. Then he became John Wayne “the god-damn Republican”.   She was funny.

She was also a perfectionist. Her home was immaculate, her towels were impeccable. She was very particular about how she folded her towels and taught my mother how to fold them the same way. Jackie and I fold them like that to this day.

She was a slooooowwwww (I can’t accentuate that enough) eater, often the very last at the table. She liked to put her dishes in the sink then turn off the light, waking early the next day to wash them.

Her fear of mice was legendary, including stupid Mickey Mouse. She was not charmed by him in the least.

She was best friends with her sister Della. Dorothy would drive Della downtown to the movies and park at a meter. She would try and watch the time but if they happened to get a parking ticket, she would drive to the courthouse and pay the parking ticket on the way home, so that Uncle Sam wouldn’t know where she’d been.  She loved to read and collect movie star magazines. She saved every one that she bought. Later, she would send her girls to the market and they had to know which magazine was which so that she wouldn’t miss any.

Dorothy was a godparent to Tommy Martinez and here they are in 1950.

1950 Tom as baby-14Dorothy, Sam and baby Tommy Martinez in 1950

1950 Tom as baby-15Aunt Dorothy and baby Tommy Martinez

1950 Tom as baby-27Tony Telena, Rosemary Serna, Sam, Dorothy, Angie and baby Tommy. I think the person on the right of Aunt Angie is Viola.

When Sharon was in the 3rd grade, Dorothy and Sam decided they would move to New Mexico with Fred and Alice Jacques and open a cafe. They had a large going away party.

dorothy trip to new mexicoDorothy and Sam preparing to move to New Mexico.

Dorothy going to new mexicoFamily party, preparing to send them off.

dorothy going away partyNow, Uncle Sam told Aunt Dorothy not to take all of her belongings with her because he said they would be back in California. Typically, Aunt Dorothy didn’t listen and packed lock, stock and barrel for the trip.

Ronnie & Pearl at Onofre'sHere are the girls in New Mexico with Pearl (white hat), Ronnie and Uncle Alex’s kids.

While the girls were sent to boarding school in New Mexico, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Fred, and Aunt Alice ran the cafe and Uncle Sam went to work to help support them.

girlsJeanne, Sharon and Pearl

59583_1546525353625_4119117_nSharon, Jeanne, Pearl and baby Tommy.

When Aunt Dorothy decided to return to California about a year later, Uncle Sam told her no. He said she wanted to be in New Mexico and that was where they were staying. True to form, Aunt Dorothy packed her girls in her car and drove them to California herself. She was a hard-headed Jacques when she wanted to be.

My Aunt Dorothy loved to cuss. I can’t say the words “stupid ass” without her voice in my mind.  When my sister Cammie said that my Aunt Jean (my mother’s sister) was her favorite aunt, Aunt Dorothy said, “Yes, but I was the one that wiped your ass.”

I can’t tell you enough about her where I would think, there, I’ve said everything about her that I can say. Truthfully, there would always be more.

We spent more time with her than anyone else.

samDorothy and Sam in the 1970’s.

Dorothy postUncle Sam, Stephanie, Aunt Dorothy, Roy Sammons playing poker.

dorothy and samDorothy and Sam at our house in Santa Clara. She loved to call Uncle Sam either Samuel or Viejo (Spanish for Old Man)!

dorothy 2Another party at our house.

Tim and DorothyAunt Dorothy and Daddy

dorothy and timTim and Dorothy

dorothRosemary Serna, Rose Marie Lujan and Dorothy

d.saiz 2Jeanne, Dorothy, Della

dotMy dad and Sam were great friends. Uncle Sam taught him to be a mechanic, a skill he was able to take with him into the service. They spent a lot of time together and really had a great friendship.

dortHere we are in Pipi, a campground north of where they lived in Pioneer. Here is Aunt Dorothy, Todd Sammons, Laurie, Me holding baby Anthony, Jeanne and my brother.

dsaizMichelle Martin, Jubie, Dorothy, Cindy and Samantha.

dorothy 4Jackie, Dad, Dorothy, Fran Jones and Rosemary Serna with her back to the camera.

DorothyDorothy and Gail Ann Martinez’ wedding in Davis, CA.

Aunt Dorothy moved around a bit. She lived on Carm Avenue in San Jose where they had tons of friends in the neighborhood including the Buzz and Rita Freitas and Delores and Harley Resh. They lived in Pioneer then finally in Galt.

aunt dorothyDorothy and Sam

d.r.saidTodd Sammons, Jeanne and Larry Martin, Stephanie Sammons, Dorothy, Sam and Sharon.

Aunt Dorothy spent a great deal of time with her grandchildren including Cindy, Tony, Scott, Todd and Stephanie.

dorothy 6Colleen Sammons, Dorothy and Todd Sammons

cindyCindy’s 16th birthday party. Larry, Donald, Jubie, Tim, Tommy, Fred, Alice, Joe, Della, Jeanne, Dorothy, Sam, Angie, Sharon, Cindy, Tony and Jeanine.

stefDorothy and Stephanie

saiz girlsJeanne, Stephanie, Cindy and Sharon

Uncle samUncle Sam at an Operating Engineer #3 summer picnic. Since both he and daddy belonged, we went to many picnics together.

Toward the end, my uncle suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. However, he still called me Cookie when he saw me.

walk to end alzheimersHere is the Saiz family who participated in the Walk to End Alzheimer’s

My Uncle Sam passed away on the 17th of February, 1998. His funeral was held in Lodi and he is buried at Cherokee Memorial Park in Lodi.

jacques kidsDorothy, Tim and Angie

Aunt Dorothy was there when my father passed away and it was very comforting to have her there. We knew she and Aunt Angie had suffered a great loss too.

She was very clear at the end of her life. She had been in the hospital for a few days when Jackie and Tim went to see her. Her family had just left to eat dinner and she asked them both tons of questions and they had a wonderful visit. Jackie and Tim headed back to Stockton and she passed away shortly after they left her.

We were very fortunate to have her in our lives and Aunt Dorothy left a hell of a memory for us. Dorothy passed away on August 28th, 2004 and is buried in Lodi with Uncle Sam.

As soon as you told her you’d found a guy you liked, Aunt Dorothy had one question for you. Was he a good provider? That was all that she cared about: if you’d picked someone who could take care of you.  She said Uncle Sam was always a good provider.

anniversary postSharon, Dorothy, Jeanne and Sam Saiz on their 50th wedding anniversary in 1989.

Juanita Sinforosa “Jane” Jacques

Juanita Sinforosa “Jane” Jacques was born on March 30, 1917 to Tonita and Celestino Jacques. This is Aunt Jane as a baby, being held by Uncle Epi.

jacques kidsShe has a very sweet, somber face. I think that is probably an apt description of her.

I will start my post by saying up front that I did not have a lot of interaction with Aunt Jane. I used to ask my dad why her real name was Juanita, why he called her Jane and why other times she was listed as Jean. He said he didn’t know, ha.

However, daddy called her Jane so that is the name that sticks in my head. I did not see her often, although I did see her a bit. I really knew her kids and saw them a lot more.

Aunt Jane was born in New Mexico, number six out of twelve children, on March 30, 1917. Because she was a full ten years older than my dad, he didn’t see her a lot. Her first daughter, Viola, was born in New Mexico on May 28, 1934. Viola (given name is Maryann Viola) was raised by Tonita alongside my dad and Aunt Angie.

Epi 4

Aunt Jane is the last girl on the right, just before Grandpa Celestino Jacques. You can tell she is probably wearing a one inch heel dress shoe but she looks really tall. She was probably about 5’8″ (two inches shorter than myself) and she looks really tall. All of my other aunts were very short but Aunt Jane was a tall woman.

jacques familyHere Aunt Jane is just about the same height as daddy (he was 5’8″ too).

Jaques familyIn this picture she is the first on the left.

This next picture is, by far, one of my favorites.

406When I first got this picture from my cousin Tommy, I wasn’t sure who it was. I thought, gosh, I should know this person because she looked so familiar but I couldn’t get it into my brain who it was.

When I uploaded his pictures again into my new computer, names popped up on each picture (he had saved it this way originally, but my old computer didn’t bring them up.) When I realized this was Aunt Jane, I laughed because then it occurred to me why I thought she looked so familiar.

I think, in this picture, she looks just like my cousin Donna, her second daughter.

Eventually, Aunt Jane came to California and married Ernest Frederick and had Donna Frederick, Ernest Frederick Jr., Shirley Frederick and Mary Frederick. Aunt Jane also had another son by the name of Milton Lee.


So while we didn’t always see Aunt Jane, we did spend a bit of time with Viola. Here she is with my momma, both pregnant in 1953. Mother was pregnant with Cammie and Viola was pregnant with Michelle Lynn. Michelle (or Mitzi) was born on May 27, 1953 and Cammie on May 30th, 1953.


Here is the result!

Jane 2I love this picture. This is Marcelle Lee Ann born 4/6/1952. She was Viola’s older daughter.

jane 3Isn’t that sweet? What a cutie pie.

Viola also had Lisbeth Mae on 5/19/1955 and her last daughter, Danielle on September 3, 1966. Here she is with her mom

Jane post 1

E.J. Frederick 1958 directoryI found this listing for Aunt Jane and Uncle Ernie and it shows that he was working at Foster’s Bakery. As soon as I saw that, I thought yes, that’s right. I always remember my dad saying Ernie was a nice guy. That’s how I remember him too.

I also found this:

Donna Frederick page 1Cute, right? That is Donna and her husband Ray when they were engaged. Here is the article.

Donna FrederickAwesome.  Love finding little nuggets from the past.

Interesting side note: I was searching for information on Ernie Frederick Sr. and I didn’t get far. I couldn’t find him on a census (being born in 1927, he should have been on  the 1930 and 1940 census). When I re-read Donna’s announcement just now, I see that Ernie’s mother’s name is listed as Mary C. Frederick and that she was from Pennsylvania.  Then, I had also found that her maiden name was Cameron and I found an Ernest Eugene Frederick from PA on the 1930 census with a two and a half old son by the name of Ernest E. Jr. Frederick. Now, only my supposition, but it looks like this could be the correct information for Ernie Senior. My idea is that his middle initial is probably E for Eugene but because he was a Junior it was transcribed into his records as Ernie J. If all of this information is correct, his grandparents were David Frederick born in 1872 and Sallie Catherine Deater born in 1874, both from PA. That information would have to be confirmed by someone who knows the family or knows the information.

Back to Aunt Jane:

408Most of Aunt Jane’s family is in this picture. From Celestino in the first row, is my mother Jubie, then Viola sitting next to Aunt Jane. Behind her are Donna and Mary and Ernie Jr. Shirley and Ernie Senior are on the top row, last on the right. Sitting on the ground are Marcy, Mitzie and Lizzie. Viola’s husband, John Pacheco is standing behind her. Missing are Dani and myself, because we weren’t born yet!

wedding showerThis is one of the last pictures that I have of Aunt Jane. Pictured are (starting on the left,) Rosemary Serna, a family friend (her name was Gaytha) Aunt Jane in red, Donna in the center in pink, my Aunt Jeanie on the front left (my mom’s sister) and Sharon Saiz in front on the right. This was at Cammie’s wedding shower in about 1974 or 1975.

aunt janeAunt Jane passed away on December 26, 1980.

Epifanio Nepomuceno Jacques

Uncle Epi was born on April 7, 1911, the year William Howard Taft was president. That is a hell of a long time ago. He was born in Blanco, New Mexico and was the oldest child of Celestino and Tonita Jacques. His parents had been married in 1910 and were living with Celestino’s parents, Juan N. and Ana Maria Jacques. I have tried to give my own perspective on my aunts and uncle that I have written about thus far. However, with Uncle Epi, he was only a memory to my father and I, unfortunately, never met him. But, we are able to get to know him in a variety of ways. jacques kids He is the oldest in this picture and so darn handsome. You can tell by the way he’s holding Aunt Jane what a good big brother he is and he’s wearing a suit. How adorable is that. By 1920, they are still living with Juan N. and Ana Maria and Celestino is working with his father as a farmer.

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Here is that census. Uncle Epi is 9 years old, is in school, and can read and write. If we jump to 1930, the family is now living in Denver, Colorado.


By now, Grandpa Jacques owns a ranch and is raising stock. That makes sense as adult children were expected to stay at home and help their parents and families. Uncle Epi is 19, Aunt Della is 18, Uncle Ernest 16, Uncle Fred 15, Uncle Frank 14, Aunt Jane 13, Aunt Dorothy 10, my dad Timothy is only 2 and a half, and Aunt Angie was only four months old. That is a full house. We are fortunate to have my cousin Perpetua (Perpie) give us an accounting of how Uncle Epi and Aunt Nora met. Nora Garcia was selling cosmetics door to door and she wanted to see who lived in her old house. It was the Jacques family. Tonita told Aunt Nora to come back when her son was home, as he was the one who was working and had money. Aunt Nora became friends with Aunt Della. Uncle Epi and Aunt Nora started dating and got married on December 9, 1931. Uncle Epi Such a cute couple. You can see how attractive they are and they look totally in love. Now, I can assume the idea of her son getting married sent Tonita straight over the edge. It would have been that way with any of her sons getting married. No woman would have been good enough for Tonita. I am certain it was as rough for Aunt Nora as it was for my own mother. Something tells me Tonita was not the most generous when it came to her son’s time or affection. Eloisa (sister-in-law) & Nora Garcia I love this picture of Aunt Nora and her sister, Eloisa. She is so stylish and beautiful! I am certain this is what she looked like when she met Uncle Epi. Here is Della’s wedding picture and both Epi and Nora were attendants.epi in della's wedding You can tell how close Aunt Nora was with her new sister in law. Here is another of some of Aunt Nora’s family. This is a picture of Ben Garcia, Emma Garcia and an unknown person. For most of my life Aunt Emma lived with Aunt Nora and always came to family parties with her. Ben Garcia & Emma Garcia Epi and Nora’s first child was Imelda. She was born on July 9, 1933 in Denver, Colorado. So this was during the Great Depression and Uncle Epi and Aunt Nora were still living with Grandma and Grandpa Jacques. Grandpa Jacques finally told Uncle Epi and Aunt Nora they should move out, since life with Tonita was unbearable. I don’t blame them one bit. It certainly would have been unbearable, no doubt. They had Joanne in 1935, Rosalie in 1937, Frank in 1939, Perpie in 1940, Richard (Dickie) in 1942 and Jimmy in 1943. Uncle Epi Here he is, Uncle Joe Serna on the left, Uncle Epi on the right, holding one of his babies (I suspect it is Joanne, who would have been a bit older than Rosemary). Epi Jaquez & Nora Garcia Here he is again, this time with his sister Angie, Aunt Nora and his two oldest babies. Epi 4 On the far left is Angelina Garcia, Aunt Nora’s sister, then Aunt Dorothy, Aunt Nora, Imelda, Angie,Tim, Tonita, Aunt Jane, Celestino, then Uncle Epi holding Joanne and Viola in front of Grandma Jacques. Uncle Epi was a big tease and liked to tease his sisters about their weight. He was also an avid reader. Epi and Nora stuck it out in Denver for a bit longer but received many letters from the family saying how much better it was in California and so they moved in 1941. Dickie was born in Pittsburg, California and Jimmy was born in Stockton, California. There was another baby by the name of Ralph who was born after Imelda, but he died from pneumonia. Perpie says that Uncle Epi wanted another boy after Frank but she was born instead. She says her dad felt bad because she was a girl, but then started calling her his “Queenie” and that Epi took her everywhere with him, including to visit his mother.  Epi was devoted to his mother. Uncle Epi worked hard for his family. His jobs included working as a post man, part time work at a service station on Wilson Way in Stockton, just two houses away from their home, and working in the shipyards. Epi did all of the clothes and grocery shopping for his family. He was a hands on dad. In Colorado, he was a parishioner of St. Cajetan’s Parish in Denver. He was President and Secretary of the Holy Name and Christian Doctrine Society, a member of the Knights of Columbus, helped start a Credit Union, and was elected it’s first secretary. Here is a copy of the Stockton City Directory from 1942 when they lived at 1429 E. Channel in Stockton

Epi City Directory listingEpi was well loved. I know this for a fact because my father loved him greatly. When my dad was getting ready to take off for the army during World War II (The Big One), he went to tell his brother good bye. Uncle Epi said they should go and get their picture taken together, since Daddy was leaving. They went down to the photographer’s studio and arrived to find that it was closed. They were never able to get their picture taken together and this was the last time my father saw his brother.

Epi 2 Here he is in approximately 1941 or 1942 with Frankie along with Uncle Ernest, Ernie, Grandpa Celestino, and Grandpa Juan N. Here is another adorable picture of Frankie. Frankie Jaquez Uncle Epi’s story is a sad one. He was working at the shipyard and had volunteered to take someone else’s shift. He was working down in a ditch when he was hit on the head with the bucket of a backhoe and was killed. What wasn’t known at the time was that the backhoe operator was drunk and the company covered it up, saying that he had fallen. So painful to think about that and it left a huge hole in his family that was impossible to fill. Perpie remembers the funeral. “I remember the funeral and all the crying and darkness and Grandma fainting and all the drama around me but we were not allowed to grieve. My mom was a pillar or at least I thought so because I never saw her cry until I was much older.” They tried to get my dad home from overseas for the funeral but that was not to be. Instead, they took a picture of Uncle Epi in his casket. Epi 3 My father put together a memory page for Uncle Epi. I could always tell my dad felt terrible for the way he lost him and how it affected his family. Epi memorial Grandma Jacques immediately blamed Aunt Nora. Obviously, Aunt Nora had no blame in his death so Tonita wasn’t being rational, but she had lost her precious son and I can’t imagine the horror of that situation. Epi Jaquez obit After Uncle Epi was gone, my dad said Aunt Nora would go to the cemetery and talk to Uncle Epi’s headstone, asking him what she should do when she would have a problem with one of her kids. Talk about a strong woman. Aunt Nora went on to raise her family on her own. She had her Garcia family to rely on and Aunt Emma lived with Aunt Nora and helped her in numerous ways. We continued to see our cousins intermittently, but I know my father always grieved for his brother and that loss, just as his wife and children did. My dad attended Perpie’s daughter’s weddings, as his representative. I love that. My dad stepped in for his brother. Epi 6Joanne, Jimmy, Imelda, Aunt Nora and Perpie at Aunt Della’s funeral.

I spoke to Dickie recently who said, “The time your Dad and Mom spent with us was very special. I took your Dad around the State Capitol where I worked and I remember as he was leaving he took me aside by myself and told me how proud my Dad would have been of me and the tears just started flowing.” That trip to New York meant a lot to my dad and I was pleased that it meant a lot to Dickie as well. We lost Uncle Epi well before we should have and his loss was a gigantic hole in the entire family. Epifanio Nepomuceno Jacques died on January 17, 1945 in Stockton, CA, leaving behind his loving wife Nora and seven children, Imelda, Joanne, Rosalie, Frank, Perpetua, Richard and Jimmy. He is, indeed, sorely missed. 063We took flowers out to Uncle Epi’s grave today and it still looks great, 70 years later!

Fidencio Amarante Jacques 52 Weeks/52 Ancestors

Fred Jacques was born on November 12, 1914.

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He’s on the left in this picture. What a cute face!

Uncle Fred was bigger than life. I don’t always have a relationship with everyone that I write about, but I loved my Uncle Fred. He was always in a good mood, loved to sing a song, whistle a tune and was generally a good guy.

Fred lived at home with the family as they moved from New Mexico to Colorado. By 1941, he’d enlisted in the U.S. Army and was listed as a semi-skilled miner and mining-machine operator. He also worked the mines in Jackson, CA with Uncle Ernest and Uncle Joe. Joe and Fred in the as minersIn this shot, Uncle Fred’s seated in the second row from the front, fourth from the right.

I haven’t found Uncle Fred on the 1940 census yet. I know his family had moved to Jackson, CA in 1935, but he might have been living with a sibling or working, because I can’t find him anywhere on the 1940 census (I’ll keep looking!)

By October 5, 1941, he had married Alice Carrillo. Now, it is times like this I would love to be able to ask Aunt Alice or Uncle Fred, how did you meet? Where and when? Things like that. It is so important to ask those questions when you can. If you haven’t asked your parents how your grandparents met, when they were married, where or under what circumstances, by all means, make sure you do so. Of course, my daughter said she didn’t know when either of her grandparents were married. Yeah, that’s why I write my blog. When they care to look, there will be a place to go.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, here they are on their wedding.

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Uncle Fred is looking so dapper.  And he looks a great deal like his brothers. Aunt Alice must have been 20 years old, Uncle Fred 27. They look so young here, just adorable.

Aunt Alice’s parents were Roman and Isabel Carrillo. I only knew Mrs. Carrillo and we always called her big Grandma Carrillo. She was a very nice lady. Aunt Alice’s siblings were Emma, Velia, Dora, Gloria and Roman. They were always very nice to us. In fact, one time Aunt Alice had come to visit and brought along Aunt Dora (Back in those days,  it didn’t matter that they weren’t my aunts, I called them aunt anyway). Well, I was getting dressed for work and we were expected to take care of our own ironing, if something needed doing our mother thought we ought to do that ourselves. Anyway, Aunt Alice and Aunt Dora were visiting and Aunt Dora sees that I am going to start ironing my clothing for work and she jumps up and decides she should do it for me. Now, I know what my mother would say, so I give it a half-hearted, no, no, it’s okay. But Aunt Dora insists, so she takes over the ironing. Of course, mother walks in and I get the evil-eye from her. Hahaha, I do like to be pampered.

Back to Aunt Alice and Uncle Fred. Their first child was Douglas Ronald (Ronnie) Jacques, born on July 1, 1942. Shortly after, their daughter, Pearl Antoinette, was born on June 29, 1943, in Santa Clara, CA.

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What a cute little family picture this is. Uncle Fred on the left, holding Ronnie, Bobby Serna, Pearl and Aunt Alice.


This is a cool picture that was taken at Roscoe Zuckerman Farm’s repair garage at Camp 21, Mandeville Island. This was taken on June 30, 1945 and Uncle Fred is in the top row, second from the left. Uncle Sam Saiz is right next to him.

Ronnie Jacques was born with Downs Syndrome and on January 10, 1958, 15 year old Ronnie passed away. They must have been devastated at his loss.


And here is a close up of that picture


Such a sweet picture.

By the 1960’s, Pearl met Terry Medeiros and on April 29, 1967, they were married in San Jose, CA.

I love that video. My dad shot it before and after the ceremony. Love the shot of Uncle Fred getting out of the car with Pearl, then the wedding party coming out of the church. So cool to have these movies.

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This is a beautiful picture of Pearl and Aunt Alice. Just lovely.

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This is Mr. and Mrs. Medeiros and Aunt Alice and Uncle Fred at the ceremony.

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Terry Medeiros Jr. was born in 1967, Desiree Medeiros in 1969 and Patricia Medeiros in 1974.

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Uncle Fred sure loved his grandkids. They became his whole world.

fred jacques and grandkidsUncle Fred holding Terry and Aunt Alice holding Desiree. Damn cute kids.

Uncle Fred and TinaUncle Fred and Tina,  1975

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Little Terry, Big Terry and Uncle Fred. I love this picture because in my mind, this is what Uncle Fred looks like. Love seeing him wear a cowboy hat.

This is a great shot of Uncle Fred and Aunt Alice in 1964 at my Grandma Flora’s wedding.

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Love this picture of my Uncle Fred.

They say a smell can trigger a memory. I put a pot of pinto beans to boil on the stove and when I walked back in my house, the smell was so good that I almost expected my Uncle Fred to walk out of the kitchen saying, “Lordy, lordy, lordy.”

Uncle Fred had many experiences that I’ll never be able to expound upon, including working in Saudi Arabia. He worked jobs with my father and my dad looked up to his big brother. Uncle Fred’s house also was a hubbub of activity for family parties, poker and camping. Here they are on an outing with my mom and dad, Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Sam in Lake Tahoe.

vegas family fred jacquesSuch a great man. I loved Uncle Fred with all my heart. I miss him greatly.

In June of 1981, my older sisters were going to San Jose to go out with Pearl (there was a lot of going out in those days) and I was taken along as a babysitter for Terry, Desi and Tina. It was while I was babysitting that we had the awful news that Uncle Fred had a heart attack. He was living in Pioneer, California, where he’d retired to the dream house that he’d always wanted. It was devastating to be with those kids when that happened and is something I’ll never forget.

Fidencio Amarante Jacques passed away on June 6, 1981 at the age of 66. That is way too young for a man who cast such a large shadow on our family and whose memory we cherish. Alice Carrillo Jacques spent lots of time with her mother, her sisters, her daughter and her grandchildren, but I know she missed her husband dearly. She passed away on November 2, 2006. They left behind a beautiful family and a great legacy.

Angelina Jacques Martinez 52 Weeks/52 Ancestors

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Aunt Angie was born on November 20, 1929 in Denver, Colorado. She was the last child of Celestino and Tonita Jaques. By the 1930 census, they are living in Denver and their household is

Celestino, age 43

Tonita, age 40

Eppie, age 19

Della, age 18

Ernest, age 16

Fred, age 15

Frank, age 14

Jane, age 13

Rosa (Aunt Dorothy), age 10

Celestino (Tim) age 2

Angie, 4 months old.

Celestino was working as a stock raiser and ranch owner and Uncle Eppie was a laborer.

Angie and Tim

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Here she is with Tim standing next to the chair she is sitting in.

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Dorothy, Tim and Angie

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By 1940, their household had changed drastically.

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They were living in Stockton, California. Now their household was

Celestino, age 53

Tonita, age 50

Timothy, age 12

Angie, age 10

Maryann Viola, age 5

Celestino was working as a laborer for Street Improvement but I know he was in and out of the household by this time.

So, we spent a lot of time with Aunt Angie. We grew up with her and her family.

She was two years younger than Tim and he considered her a pain in the ass. That is what he would say about her and Viola both. That makes me laugh. Obviously, Daddy was very much a stern older brother who wasn’t about to let his sister or niece get into trouble. Aunt Angie thought dad was a pain in the ass, too. She said he was mean and bossy to her all her life. I took great pleasure in their relationship. Aunt Angie had a reputation for talking very fast, saying anything that popped into her head and she could easily ask you a question then answer it herself. I, too, suffer from this same condition. I can’t tell you how many times Daddy would say, “You are just like your Aunt Angie.” Hahaha, I have to say he wasn’t wrong about that.

She went to school in Stockton and by September of 1949 she was engaged to, then married to, Thomas H. Martinez.

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Uncle Tom was working at Ames Aeronautical laboratory at Moffett Field. They lived at 1652 Samedra in Sunnyvale, CA.

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Their children are

Thomas Martinez, Jr.

Dennis Martinez

Gail Ann Martinez

Doreen Martinez

Dean Martinez

Christopher Martinez

(Truthfully, Aunt Angie called Christopher by Kit and I can’t call him anything other than that!)

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Aunt Angie was a very outgoing person who loved sports (I think with that many sons, how could you not?)

Her boys played rugby and she went to their matches all the time.


Aunt Angie loved children. She was so outgoing, knew everyone and visited people all the time. She kept in touch with all of her siblings. Our families went camping together, sharing trips and adventures.


This is a video of our families camping together, taken from one of my dad’s home movies. (Don’t mind all of the extra scenery, my dad really loved it)

Aunt Angie had a large family and 13 grandchildren. She was very devoted to her family and spent a tremendous amount of time with them.



When my Uncle Ray (he was married to my mother’s sister, Jeanie) passed away in May of 1971, Jackie and I went to stay with Aunt Angie while my mother was helping her sister. I was 6 years old and Aunt Angie would go see Grandma Tonita in her rest home every day. It scared the hell out of me because all of the old people in the rest home would want to grab my arm or hand. Grandma had her leg amputated and that scared me, too. Plus, I was away from my mother. I was kind of a baby!

My cousin Dennis passed away in 1988 and Angie was very devoted to visiting his grave site.


There was a big anniversary party for Aunt Angie and Uncle Tom. There was a huge dinner and a Mariachi Band that played. Aunt Angie loved a good Mariachi Band.

We stayed in touch with Aunt Angie after my dad passed away. She would come to my house and bring presents for my kids. She would stop at other cousins’ houses, too, just to visit.

Since I named my son William Jacques and I called him Jacques, Aunt Angie always made a point of calling him (spelled phonetically) Hawques, as that it how our last name is pronounced in New Mexico.

We are very fortunate to have so many of these pictures of Aunt Angie because Tommy shared them with me. At the time he gave them to me, I almost felt guilty because there were so many and I didn’t know what I would do with them, but now I am so pleased to be able to share these pictures with everyone. I loved Aunt Angie for all of her craziness, probably because I am just like her.

Angelina Jacques Martinez passed away on December 30, 2004, shortly after Tim, Dorothy and Ernest. It was like she didn’t wish to be alone without her siblings and left to join them. They must have had a hell of a party when she arrived.

Deluvina Sinforosa Jaquez


Deluvina Sinforosa Jaquez was born on October 7, 1912. She was the second child with her older brother Eppie born the year before and her younger brother Ernest born the year after her. She was the first girl, of course followed by all of the other siblings.

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Aunt Della is seated on the chair in front.

By 1920, she was 8 and living with her parents and grandparents in Largo, New Mexico. She grew up very close to her cousins.

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Here is part of the Jacques family, Aunt Jane, Aunt Dorothy, Aunt Della, Tim,  Tonita, Frank Angie and Celestino.

Aunt Della was much more like a Grandmother to me than an Aunt. She was 15 years old when my dad Timothy was born. She must have felt like he was her baby.

My dad was about 5 when Aunt Della got engaged to Joseph Serna. Uncle Joe proposed in the dining room of my grandparents’ home in Colorado. My dad was hiding under the kitchen table and as soon as Della said yes, Tim ran out from under the table yelling for his mother that Della was getting married.


She was married to Joseph Serna on December 23, 1933 in Montrose, Colorado.


This is a nice picture of them with Celestino and Tonita.

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This shot includes her brother Eppie, his wife Nora, and family friends.

She was very close to her siblings and her cousins.

Here she is with her double first cousin, Flora, Joe Serna, and Rosemary and Donald.


By 1940, Uncle Joe was working in a gold mine in Jackson, CA.

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Uncle Joe is in the middle row, third miner from the right (seated). Uncle Fred is sitting right next to Uncle Joe, fourth from the right in the same row.

He was 36 years old and Aunt Della was 27. Rosemary was 5 years old and Donald 4 years old. They had both been born in Colorado. Aunt Della raised her children and had a big hand in raising her two oldest grandchildren, Joey Telena and Toni Jean Telena Kelly.

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Love this shot of Uncle Fred, Uncle Ernest, Aunt Nora, Aunt Dorothy, Aunt Della, Aunt Jane, Dad, Grandpa Jacques, Aunt Angie and Grandma Jacques.

Aunt Della was such a wonderful, mothering person. She always made everyone feel at home and was an incredible cook. My personal favorite was her Jello salad. Her chili and beans were legendary. Aunt Della was jovial and sweet, always busy, and always had something to do.



They lived their married life together in San Jose, raising their children, Rosemary and Donald.

One year, my parents had a kick-ass Halloween party. This is in their living room on Shafer Drive. Aunt Della is on the right in the first picture. In the second shot, my mother is on the right.

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Here is a picture from their 40th anniversary party. (Which I, at 8 years old, was not invited to. Not Bitter.)


On September 10, 1977, Uncle Joe passed away from cancer. I can still see him sitting in his bathrobe, looking gaunt and thin.




When I was little, Uncle Joe would give me coins when you walked into his house. He had a funny accent and liked to say “Son of a biscuit” as his cuss word. He had several brothers including Uncle Johnny and Uncle Fermin. His sister was Aunt Lucy, married to Della’s double first cousin Milton. I always assumed his relatives were our relatives too, as they attended all family functions.

After Uncle Joe passed away, Aunt Della moved to Manteca and lived in a small apartment with other senior citizens. She liked to go to the bingo games to help “the old people” as she called them. She was a devout Catholic and went to church often.  If there was a party, wedding or funeral, my father would go get Aunt Della or send one of us after her.

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This is Aunt Della and Jackie at my Aunt Jean’s funeral. As soon as I told Jackie that I was doing an Aunt Della post she said, “Oh, she used to keep a Kleenex in her sleeve.” Such a funny tidbit but she’s so right. As soon as she said that, I could picture it myself.

When my mother was recovering from surgery, Aunt Della came to stay with us. Ordinarily, my dad didn’t like anyone coming in when my mother was recovering because he felt between us kids and himself, we could handle it. However, he had great respect for Aunt Della and she really wanted to help, so she came to stay at our house. Now, because Momma was not in the best of health, we’d grown up doing our own laundry and helping clean the house. Not with Aunt Della there. Jackie and I were still in school and came home to find our laundry folded in a perfect pile on our beds. She made me homemade rice pudding just because she knew I loved it. My father complained privately that it wasn’t as good as my mother’s rice pudding but that’s only because he was biased; he always thought that my mother made the best of everything. One day, Jackie and I got up first thing in the morning to go to the bathroom (with every intention of going back to bed) and upon returning to our bedroom, found that she’d already made our bed. She was so funny. She had a particular way of calling me Cookie that I can still hear in my mind. My mother loved Aunt Della a lot and looked up to her with great respect.

I think Aunt Della was a nicer version of my Grandmother. Obviously, my grandmother raised her children well and Aunt Della wasn’t perfect, but she was such a loving person. When Paul and I would take her grocery shopping or to lunch, she really liked my husband. I think she thought he was good looking. He still is. But Aunt Della used to say, “He’s such a good looking guy but how can you stand to kiss him?” (Because he was a smoker). She used to say it would be like licking an ash tray.

She was so funny. Beneath her loving personality lurked a crazy woman when it came to Roller Derby. Back in the 1960’s and  1970’s, Roller Derby was a big deal and Aunt Della and Uncle Joe used to go watch the matches of the San Francisco Bay Bombers. They saw Charlie O’Connell, Joanie Weston and Ann Calvello. Aunt Della would turn into a raving lunatic when she watched them from the bleachers.

When we got married, I had no grandparents left, so I had Aunt Della treated as if she were my grandmother. She had a corsage and was seated with my parents. I so appreciated that I had Aunt Della. She and I were great friends.
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Aunt Della passed away on April 7, 1991. My mother was in the hospital and couldn’t attend her funeral.
Here is her family at her funeral.

For only having two children, she had a hell of a big family.

Aunt Della is buried with Uncle Joe in Santa Clara, CA at the Santa Clara Mission Cemetery. Aunt Della’s loving nature lives on in everyone who had the privilege of knowing her.

I also want to thank my cousin Joey Telena for generously sharing his photographs from his Ancestry.Com account. Some of these pictures are mine but I really appreciated the ones he had uploaded. I love that everyone will get a chance to see all of her pictures.

Ernesto Edward Jacquez

As you can see from my previous posts, my ancestors mean a lot to me. Their stories are varied and full of interesting facts although most of them I had only a tender thread to link myself to them. Some of my aunts and uncles I didn’t get to know at all (Uncle Eppie and Uncle Frank), some I had a limited relationship with (Aunt Jane), others I adored (Aunt Della, Aunt Dorothy, Aunt Angie, Uncle Fred), but by far, my most complicated relationship was with my Uncle Ernest.

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Ernest was born on October 13, 1913 in Blanco, NM. He was the third oldest born to Celestino and Tonita Jacquez. In 1920, Uncle Ernest was living with his family at his grandparents’ home in Largo, NM and by 1930, his family was living in Colorado. He married Sylvia Martinez on June 22, 1933 at the age of 20. Six months later Aunt Della and Uncle Joe also got married in Montrose, Colorado on December 23, 1933. Uncle Ernest and Sylvia had a daughter named Evelyn. Here are her children Sharon and Lloyd Archuleta along with Grandma Jacques and Uncle Ernest.


Here is another with Evelyn


That is my dad narrating a visit to a cemetery in Montrose, Colorado. He found the gravesite of Joyce Jacquez as well as his brother Frank Jacquez.


In approximately 1935, Uncle Ernest moved to Jackson, CA and went to work so that he could make enough to send for his entire family. My father was very appreciative and firm that it was Uncle Ernest who brought the whole family to California, as they were not surviving well in New Mexico. We who thrived in California owe Uncle Ernest a great debt! He made it possible for his family to put down our California roots.

1940 finds Uncle Ernest married to Aunt Elsie née Chacon.


He was so handsome and we knew Aunt Elsie because we saw her several times at family parties. She told me and Jackie that her heart would still go pitter-patter whenever she saw him, long after they had divorced. Together they had three boys: Ernie, Freddy, and Larry. Ernie was born in November of 1939 and his brother Larry was born February 9, 1946.Here they are listed in the 1940 census:


They had another son, Freddy, who died as a baby. Here is a picture of Uncle Earnest holding baby Freddy.


My story with Uncle Ernest really starts in about 1969-1970. When we were little (I was about 4 and Jackie probably 8) and we were at Grandma Jacques’ house, Uncle Ernest would grab our arm and pretend that he was going to lock us down in the cellar.


Now, Grandma Jacques’ house was built in approximately 1910 in Santa Clara, with the small house having a full basement that had steep stairs from the outside of the house going down to the cellar.

It kinda looked like this:

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Fine, not that bad, but in my mind, that is exactly what it looked like.

Jackie and I never went down there and the thought of it would scare us out of our wits. I can remember Grandma Jacques telling Uncle Ernest, “Leave those girls alone, and stop teasing them.”

Understandably, I was terrified of him. He would just laugh and get a scary glint in his eye. Well, I was very young and it seemed very scary.

By the time I was 8 or so, I would give Uncle Ernest a wide berth whenever I would see him. Uncle Ernest kept his New Mexico chili in our freezer in our home in San Jose. One day I was playing in the living room and I heard the doorbell ring. I ran to the door, so excited, only to open it up and find Uncle Ernest on the doorstep. I screamed very loudly, slammed the door and raced to my bedroom to hide in my bed, my heart racing like a trip hammer. My mother thought, what on earth had happened, so she went to the front door and there stood Uncle Ernest, laughing like crazy. He said, “Well, I guess I scared them enough.” I thought for sure he was there to take me to Grandma’s cellar.

By the time I was about 13, my father was having surgery and Uncle Ernest came to the hospital. He said, “Are you still afraid of me?” Jackie and I laughed and said, “Of course not.” Secretly, I was still a little afraid.

I didn’t see him much after that. However, I was very close to my Aunt Della. She had never learned to drive and Uncle Joe, her husband, had passed away in 1979. By the 1980’s I had my driver’s license and we lived in Stockton and she in Manteca, I would go visit her often. I would take her to lunch or dinner and out to do her shopping. One day she called me to say Uncle Ernest was coming to visit her and did I want to come to Manteca to visit him. I said, “Of course” but still felt nervous. I know, I know, I am kind of a baby, but it was hard to shake my nervousness around him.

Ever since I was a small girl, I was a reading fanatic. The only time I would get in trouble with my parents was if I was awake late at night, reading. My dad would tell me to put my book down and turn off the light. He would say, “You’re just like your Uncle Ernest.”

So I visited with Uncle Ernest at Aunt Della’s house. Whatever dime store novel he was reading at the time would be tucked into his back pocket. He loved reading westerns. When he found out that I, too, was a reading nut, Uncle Ernest would put together a box of books and mail them to me. He would share whatever books he had. I, too, began putting together boxes of books for him. When Paul and I would go to San Jose, I would stop at his apartment, bringing him fresh books to read and Almond Joy candy bars.

He was so well read, he would read everything he could get his hands on. He read the newspaper from cover to cover, knew every current event, and was very intelligent. He also read all of the rag magazines, as Daddy called them, like the National Enquirer.

Here he is later in life with a friend’s baby:


He lived in San Jose in an apartment on Jackson Street. One day in 1993, Uncle Ernest had just cashed his social security check when he was jumped by a kid with a knife. The newspapers interviewed him, wherein he told them if he’d been 10 years younger he would’ve beat the shit out of the guy. He was 80 years old. The police force of San Jose collected money to replace what was lost and more.

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While he was in the hospital, Jackie, Paul, and I went to San Jose to see him. After that, he went into a rest home. I still visited him as often as I could, taking him a newspaper, western books, and Almond Joy candy bars. This is a picture of the last time my dad saw his brother before he died.


He would send me little notes with his packages and Christmas cards. Here is one

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Uncle Ernest died on August 1, 2004 at the age of 93. His funeral was held at the church I attended. I prepared and gave his eulogy after spending the night before in the emergency room with my husband and an errant kidney stone.

He was a very complicated character, but I ended up loving my Uncle Ernest greatly.


Dad, Aunt Angie, Uncle Ernest, Aunt Dorothy, Aunt Nora