My dear Grandfather, Hugh William Walker, lived his entire life in the town of Lake Elsinore, California. It is on the eastern side of the Ortega Mountains and approximately 90 north of San Diego on highway I-15. He spent his childhood scouting and discovering the hills, caves and mountains in and around his town. He discovered a treasure trove of original Indian arrowheads and large rocks that had been used to grind grains, the rocks being worn in the middles in the round shape that signifies the use of these rocks for this purpose. He kept them all the remaining years of his life and used the rocks in the fenced back yard around the patio as bird baths. The town has natural sulfur springs and many years ago, movie stars and high profile people would go to Lake Elsinore where they could bathe and relax in the warm springs. There was a high time when the town was very busy with all the tourists arriving to take the large steamer boats for dinner cruises on the Lake. They also had very high class hotel with a wide front porch that was filled with elegant rocking chairs for its guests. Grandpa worked the docks and saw many famous people, but he was never one to hold anyone in higher esteem than anyone else, so they really had no effect on him. Grandpa worked all his life from a very young age and started working at the only town gas and service station. He started working there at the age of ten and worked there until he has come of age to drive and to have saved enough money to purchase his first car, the incomparable Ford T-Model. It was his pride and joy for many, many years. He loved cruising Main Street with the top down! :) He was always very thrifty with his income and any money he made doing odd jobs. He helped to supplement any income she made and took loving care of his dear mother, Maude. They were always very close. Her passing was a great and terrible event in his life and he carried the sorrow for many years. He remained living in the house he was born in on Spring Street. He attended classes with excellent grades and was promoted to the next level of classes, skipping a grade in elementary school. In junior high he took a fond interest in woodworking and made many fine pieces that he took pride in, as did his mother. In highschool he was valedictorian, graduating with multiple honors. His first adult job was working for his uncle Walter Harris in his department store located in Corona, Caifornia. After a few years of hard work there, he established himself as a hard, responsible and capable worker and was given charge of the Harris Company Department store back in Lake Elsinore on Main Street. As a child I remember visiting him from out of state and he always said how important it was to have "a good pair of shoes." So it was Grandpa's tradition to buy me and my family shoes from the store. His wife, Trudy, who had owned a beauty salon at the time she met and married Hugh, sold her salon and went to work with Grandpa helping him run the store until the late 70's. I still fondly remember the black and white intersected tiles that led into the the bay window store doors. As of today, 2013, those tiles still remain as the entrance passage into the shop that now resides there. Grandpa also diversified in investing, real estate and owned an orange grove that in my mind I can still smell. He lived only approximately six weeks following the death of my Grandmother. He asked that I come from Utah to help take care of him during those precious six weeks. Going to doctor appointments, the DMV to renew his driver's license, taking drives over the Ortega Mountain pass that ended up in San Juan Capistrano where we always went to a restaurant named CoCo's. It was his favorite place to eat, and there was one near Lake Elsinore that we went to every morning for breakfast or a late lunch which he called his early dinner "main meal." He always ordered a piece of pie to take home with him to eat every night before bed. He especially liked coconut and banana cream pies with lots of whipped cream. Grandpa always went to bed early, usually between seven and eight p.m. and every single day he awoke at four a.m. on the dot. Every morning he went to "coffee clatch" with three or four long-time friends, Then he would return home to have breakfast that Grandma had prepared, which was usually oatmeal and a bowl of fruit, but he especially like Cap'n Crunch cereal. I will always cherish the days I was able to spend with him before his passing, flying down and staying for three to four days, then returning home to my family. My dear husband worked from home and took on all of the responsibilities of a young family. I miss him dearly and can still hear in my mind from time to time some of his most common phrases. He will always be with me in my heart, so he is never far from me.