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Clifford Wall and Dorothy Michelson have 4 children as follows:

1. Larry Clifford Wall (1949-

2. Raymond Bruce Wall (1952-1972)

3. Beverly Rose Wall (1956-

4. Catherine Mary Wail (1957-

Clifford Orvan Wall

Youngest son of Henry Wall and Anna Unruh

Born on December 1, 1926 on a homestead N1/2, Sec. 6, Twp 27,

Range 8, West 3rd Meridian, Fertile Valley, near Macrorie,

Saskatchewan, Canada.

Married Ragna Dorothy Michelson

3rd Daughter of Einar Michelson and Ada Gorrell

Born at Norbury, Saskatchewan -------- January 25, 1929

Married at Duncan, British Columbia ------ August 8, 1948

Family of Clifford Wall and Dorothy Michelson

Larry Clifford Wall born at Duncan, British Columbia -------- March 10, 1949

Married Kathleen Frances Russell. .

Youngest child of Ronald Russell and Ellen Ash

Born at Seattle, Washington ---------- March 21, 1950

Married at Seattle, Washington - - - - ----- June 10, 1978

March 10, 1949 is a date I will always remember. The good doctor at the Duncan, B. C. hospital came out to see me and said, "It's a healthy boy you have". I was so very proud to have such a great looking son.

Young Larry would grow up to be a very-energetic young man, always determined to get were he wanted to go or do what ever he wanted to accomplish.

He developed a great love for the outdoor life, camping, fishing, surfing and of course getting in tune with the hippie generation in the early 1960's on the beaches of Santa Cruz, Southern California and Mexico.

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Larry Wall - Canadian Navy X-mas 1969

Larry is an exceptional entrepreneur from an early age. After his service in the "Royal Canadian Navy" he organized several small businesses and ___ ___

Developed many saleable items in the Santa Cruz area.

Larry has a gift for music ever since playing lead Guitar with the "CITATIONS" in the 60's.

Several of his songs are recorded and have played over several radio stations.

Now with Walrus Productions, both Larry and Kathleen are having a lot of fun with their work, it is hard to explain all the things that they are doing, it just has to be seen. ______

My Life, so far...by Larry C. Wall (in his own words)

I was born on March 10, 1949 in Duncan, B.C., Canada. And what a life I've had so far! By far, I must be one of the luckiest guys in the country.

My wife Kathleen is just the best, words cannot describe. I have been blessed with fantastic family. My own parents (Cliff & Dorothy) as well as my wife's parents (Ronald & Ellen Russell) have both been a major inspiration to my life.

I must say...it really is a difficult job to write about one's life without sounding like an idiot. One has to be careful to not leave out all the people who have made a contribution to one's life.

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One also has to be very careful not to tell too much. Anyway here goes. . What am I doing now? Right now Kathleen and I publish books. Our publishing company is called. Walrus Productions. (The name conies from our last names. Wall & Russell). We have a wonderful set up...we work at home and have the entire basement for office and warehouse. We keep busy designing new books and ship our books each day to stores nationwide.

We have sold about 350,000 books to over well over 3,000 different stores. We have approximately 110 salespeople who represent our line and is how we get the orders I happily ship each day. My father. Cliff in his retirement, finds time to help us with sales and work with our salespeople. Our first book "The Road to Success Is Always Under Construction" is still our best seller. It originated from a poster we designed in 1988.

Our other book titles include: Motherhood is not for Wimps, How Does Your Garden Grow? Kitty Literature, Achieve Your Dreams, Money. . . Now you have it, now you don't, and our newest book called

A View from the Litter Box. Both my sisters have written books for us.

And to continue, what a life I've had indeed! Where Have 1 Been? Many wonderful place for sure. Well...to start, I was in Canada from 1949 to 1960 living in good old town of Duncan, population 5,000. You might say, for a short while, as a high point, I was real lucky to live in a large house, on a lake (with an island) on five acres, in the country, with not only my brother and two sisters but with my cousins Lloyd, Reg & Roy Wall as well. There was no shortage of activities and mischief for me as a kid.

Then... in 1960 life found me in beautiful warm and sunny San Jose, California. What a place to move to and what a time to grow up. Talk about lucky... it was all happening there for sure. I had a fantastic experiences surfing, playing lead guitar in a rock band, hunting, boating skiing, fishing, hiking and cruising' in my many cars.

While I dressed like a surfer and thought like a hippie I was

Really only trying to figure out just what the hell life really was about and what should be done about it. Anyway, I Had a terrific time growing up in San Jose and later on in Santa Cruz where I worked at numerous jobs and had numerous adventures that could fill the pages of a big fat book.

I first met my wife, Kathleen, in February of 1977 at the San Francisco Gift Show, where both of us were exhibiting our own products. I had macramàá¨© hangers and flowerpots and she had posters of Charlie's Angels, Wonder Woman and Starsky & Hutch etc. We were married June 10, 1978 and I moved to Seattle where we still live in the same house that Kathleen had bought in 1973.

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I've been to Europe twice visiting customers in Holland, Germany, Italy, Denmark, and Sweden and have taken many trips to Hawaii and also recently went to Costa Rica with seven of my best childhood friends. What a time we had there. Eight of us traveling around Costa Rica in a van for ten wild days was beyond fun without a doubt.

When I was 16 and got to drive, I drove from California to Canada many times, went to Mexico on a surfing' safari and also had many trips to Lake Tahoe skiing. I've been to the east coast and Arizona too but other than that, I guess that sums up where I've been.

So...What have 1 done?

In writing about one's life it might be thought of as bragging when one makes a list of all the places they have gone and things they have done. I do feel very fortunate to have had a good education and exposure in business witnessing my father's business adventures and activities first hand growing up. I had an early morning paper route when I was eleven years old, did that for years. I learned at a very young age the importance of knowing who your customer is.

I had many jobs growing up but finally realized I was happier working for myself. (You can't get fired). The following is a list of some of the jobs I had growing up: McDonalds making French fries, India Import store stockroom, General Motors sanding cars, (Japanese) landscape company, (hard work) Gas Stations, (pumping gas) The Egyptian Museum, (Maintenance Dept.) A roofing company, (hard work) Ice-cream-man truck driver (I ate all my profits on that job so I had to quit after two weeks)

I played in a rock band called the "Citations" while I was in Jr and Sr high school but that wasn't a job.

In the early 70's I made a lot of flower pots and macrame plant hangers that's for sure.

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My father's factory had three five hour shifts of people each day turning out thousands of them. That business is no more and sometimes I would like to try to make them again.

I learned how to make Metal Sculpture after I was married and did ¨∆à∫ many craft shows in malls and street fairs. It was when Mt. St. Helens exploded May 18, 1980 that I started selling posters. My wife's company was quick to have a volcano poster printed 3 days after the blast and I can tell you I made a bundle in a hurry selling those things. It was then I started as a poster salesman where I helped design a system to service the stores and manage the inventory.

My wife and I made that business grow into a huge business and selling popular posters was really fun as you might imagine. I had to watch MTV so I could be up on what was hot at the time. We sold our interest in the company to Kathleen's brother in 1985. In 1987 I became a Real Estate Agent and listed & sold over 40 homes in two years and bought a few for myself too as rentals.

1992 was a big year for me. It was then I designed a poster called "Guitar Chords" and wow, what a huge seller that has been. Over 425,000 copies as of this date have been sold. currently it is still one of the

best items we sell. That same year (1992) is when Kathleen suggested that I research taking our poster design The Road to Success and publish a book.

I enjoy the challenges publishing and directing sales provide. It's fun to "work" at a job you enjoy.

So here it is 1998 and I have a small publishing company, (that would surprise my English and writing teachers who gave me D's back in my school days)

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In writing about one's life it might be smart to also mention just what I enjoy most about life... so far Well the list is too long...but here goes.

1. First and foremost... I've enjoyed 20 years of marriage to a wonderful woman, Kathleen Russell.

2. And I must mention (our children of sorts) the cats Cubby & Willow and pet frogs Jeremiah and JJ.

3. I have enjoyed having both my parents and my wife's parents as friends and not as just parents.

4. I continue to enjoy seeing my sister's kids grow up and my neighbors and friends are just the best.

5. Not having to commute to work is fantastic, (all I have to do is walk downstairs)

6. I enjoy the outdoor bedroom Kathleen sets up each summer on our deck under the stars.

7. I have really enjoyed relaxing before bed in our hot tub and think everyone should have one.

8. I have had tons of adventures and what I like most is just how many I have had. (And still have)

To sum up...

I enjoy the fact that the road to success really is always under construction and that one has to be prepared to learn something new each day.

Larry Wall February 14 / 1998

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The following article was submitted by Kathleen Russell. (In her own Words)

Larry Wall married Kathleen Russell. She was born in Seattle on

March 21, 1950.

Her father, Ronald Murgatroyd Russell, born December 5, 1917 in Kiroaldy, Scotland was raised in Yokohama, Japan.

His grandfather, Maurice Russell had joined his uncle's import company in Japan at age 16 circa 1866 and married a young Japanese woman, Moya Sato.

His son Alfred lived in Japan ______

for several years, went to school in Victoria, British , Columbia and Edinburgh, Scotland.

He married Frances Lydia Langley Murgatroyd and they moved to Yokohama when their first son.

Kathleen's mother, Ellen Elizabeth (Ash) Russell born July 21, 1918 in Big Lake, Washington and one of 12 children lived on a farm. Her parents were Charles and Gertrude (Rawson) Ash. Gertrude's family was from Michigan and Charles family was from "Upper Canada".

Ronald and Ellen Russell started a business in their basement in 1948, printing and distributing advertising signs for stores. Kathleen began to do packaging work at age 7 and though she sometimes resented having to work after school, she did enjoy earning $20 a month and in later years very much appreciated the work ethic and values she learned from her parents and her job.

As a child she was "horse Crazy"...collecting figurines, read every horse book available, and though they were not bountiful she took every opportunity she could to ride. Her favorite pastime was going to Clearbrook Stables in north Seattle for English riding lessons. Her favorite book as a child was THE BLACK STALLION by Walter Parley.

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Kathleen joined five Seattle students in a Japanese cultural exchange program in 1967. She always had an affinity for the Japanese culture even though her parents had not disclosed her own Japanese heritage at the time. (The 50's had been rife with racism toward the Japanese... even Kathleen's best friend's father would say, "Those dirty Japs")

For two weeks the students toured much of the country including Seattle's sister city, Kobe, Tokyo, Nara, Yokohama, Beppu, visiting beautiful castles and shrines, soaking up the culture and enjoying the food. Then each student spent a week with a country family and a week with a city family as well as a short visit to a student camp.

Her visit to the Hiroshima Memorial was probably one of the most impactiful things she would ever experience. "If everyone could see the horror of what was done here in 1945 there could be no war" she thought. "We all left the haunting scenes of Hiroshima Stunned, numb. We wondered what the U. S. was wreaking upon the North Vietnamese that day and what was being wrought upon our soldiers. I'd gotten a letter from home telling about a family friend who was in Danang when it was bombed."

Kathleen chose to go to LaVerne College, east of Los Angeles. She was anxious to get away from home at 18 and wanted to go to a small school. She double majored in Art and Sociology, graduated in 1972 and came back to the family business. She realized that she actually enjoyed the work as she was given more and more responsibility. This was a surprise to her because in her discontented adolescence she swore she'd never work there once out of college.

She loved the variety she had from assisting her father in the art department, to shipping, receiving, purchasing, packaging, sales, supervising, doing payroll, organizing...everything suddenly had room for creativity and that was what she enjoyed doing. How to do something faster; better, take up less space... it was like constant puzzles begging to be solved.

By February 1977 the family company, now known as AA Sales had been distributing posters for five years and Kathleen and Jo Turner were exhibiting the poster line in a booth at the San Francisco Gift Show. During the slow times they would chat with Larry Wall and Bob Staniford just a few booths down the aisle.

The next to the last day, the four of them went out for Chinese food together and then became separated. Larry and Kathleen became lost in the city and by the time they made it back to Kathleen's hotel knew they both felt something special for each other. At the airport the next day, Kathleen turned at the boarding ramp and quickly tore out a check deposit slip and handed it to Larry as she didn't have time to write down her phone number and address.

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She was pleasantly surprised that Larry called her just a few days later. And thus a year and a half long distance relationship was begun. They were married in Seattle on June 10, 1978.

Kathleen and Larry lived in a small one-bedroom house that was deteriorating in Santa Cruz from July through September with a meager income from the diminishing sales of macrame kits that Larry designed. Since Kathleen owned a house and had a job waiting in Seattle, they moved back there at the end of September 1978. Kathleen went back to work at the poster division of AA Sales and Larry began badly needed improvements on this 1917 lake view house.

They had a roommate, Jan Vehse for a year and a half who had rented the house during Larry and Kathleen's brief stay in Santa Cruz. With the help of Bob Staniford, Larry began doing metal sculpture and craft shows with his art. On May 19, 1980 Larry became the Washington State sales rep for the poster line. Mt. St. Helens had had a major eruption the day before and AA Sales came out with 3 posters within a week and Larry's sales took off with a bang.

He traveled the whole state every month and it was Larry who revolutionized the poster program, taking it toward a respectable product with a Hallmark mentality instead of the previous "headshop" (they sold marijuana pipes, incense, etc.) mentality and helped establish posters as something other than a passing fad. He created inventory system, helped redesign racks and nurtured the accounts to the point where he controlled what went in and came out of the rack, communicating the units sold and profit each store made to their managers so that they trusted Larry's ordering system would have them maximize their sales. By establishing this system his sales for the company soared.

In 1982, Larry was hired as National Sales Manager and he began to implement his methods with the other reps. With his focus on systems, poster selections and acquiring the first chain store, the "whole-sale division" of the company grew dramatically and became the steadiest profit producer of the company.

Family businesses are not without their problems. Kathleen's brother and sister-in-law Dennis and Janine had very different business philosophies from Larry and Kathleen. The struggle between the four of them took its toll on each of them as well as the company. Finally Dennis bought out Kathleen's share of the business at the end of 1984.

Kathleen worked part-time occasionally for AA Graphics (the spin-off name of the poster division) and sold solar hot water and heating systems for a while. Larry ventured into real estate which he was quite successful at for 3 or 4 years.

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In February of 1988 Kathleen was asked to come back to AA Graphics again as assistant sales manager. She jumped at the offer having missed the people, the product and the action of the company had provided and she worked there for the next 7 years until she resigned in September 1994.

Larry began publishing a book; THE ROAD TO SUCCESS is always under construction. Kathleen got the idea for the book after seeing a similar book and thought, "We could do that!" Larry and Kathleen had published a poster called THE ROAD TO success in

1988 (distributed by AA Graphics). It was a best seller for 7 years and Kathleen knew it would sell in a book format. The first 10,000 books were delivered late November 1992.

They soon discovered that books don't just sell themselves and word of mouth advertising was too slow. Larry began developing a nationwide sales.rep network and slowly the business known as Walrus (Wall and Russell) Productions began to grow right in their own basement.

They (Walrus Productions) came out with a sequel titled ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS with similar humorous, and inspirational one-liners within the next year and another book, ARE YOU richer than you THINK? Since the "RICHER" title was a weak seller, Larry revised it and released a new book, MONEY, NOW YOU HAVE IT NOW YOU DON'T.

Beverly Hopper, Larry's sister, submitted a manuscript for the same type of format called, HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GROW in 1994, Kathleen illustrated the colorful, cover and it too, became a successful book. In 1995 Tim Burr (husband of Larry's other sister, Cathy) submitted some sample quotations for a humorous book about children and parenting.

The idea was shelved, but several months later. Larry's sister, Beverly submitted quotations about the same topic with a suggested title, MOTHERHOOD IS NOT FOR WIMPS. By combining the efforts of Cathy & Tim Burr, Beverly & Martin Hopper with Larry & Kathleen, a final selection of the strongest quotes was made. Larry came up with an idea for the cover design and Kathleen the colorful illustration...a mom holding a barbell above her head with two kids hanging off each end. The first 20,000 copies were delivered to the basement of Larry and Kathleen's in January 1996.

END OF ARTICLE by Kathleen Russell.

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Raymond Bruce Wall born at Duncan, British Columbia -------- March 4, 1952

Raymond was a very good son; he was very talented in many ways, a good athlete in sports at school. He always had many friends around him. Sometime I think that he had too many friends. In the 60's there were drugs that the young kids were exposed to everywhere. We tried our best with our children, but sometimes temptation is unavoidable. We suspect that he had taken a bad batch of LSD, which caused him to become ill and develop a schizophrenia mental state.

In order to get proper help for Raymond, we were able to get him into the best treatment facility we could find which was in Canada. Unfortunately not much helped, we tried different environments and colleges. Ray returned home for some time, but he was still very troubled. One night only hours after our Aunt Elizabeth died, who was very close to him, Raymond couldn't take it anymore and took his own life on October 23, 1972.

We laid him to rest at MissionMemorial Park, Acacia Lawn lot 116, Santa Clara, California.

Dorothy and I and our family have suffered so much over this dreadful tragedy, our only hope is that we may again see and hug him some day, if the Bible stories make sense.

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Beverly Rose (Wall) Hopper

February, 1998 Submitted, in her own words

I was born on a warm May morning, in 1956. As the first girl born into the Wall family, my arrival created a lot of excitement and joy. In fact, my parents considered naming me Joy but finally settled on Beverly Rose. I used to hate my middle name because as a child running into the house, checks flushed and hair tousled, mother would exclaim that I looked like "the last rose of summer. " Only in my adult years did I come to appreciate the name Rose, as my gardening hobby which focused on roses grew, and grew.

I don't remember too much about my first few years in Duncan, British Columbia, where I was born. After all, we moved to California when I was four. But there are a few fuzzy pictures in my mind - standing crying among my mother's flowers because I thought I heard a snake, going to my first birthday party - a vague recollection of playing pin the tail on the donkey but a vivid one of being perched on a stool and eating vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce.

Mother always said the time into which I was born was one of the happiest. This happy period was too quickly followed by a period of great sadness and upheaval. My Dad's brother, sister-in-law and their young son were missing in a plane crash, presumed dead;

the wreckage could not be found. The three boys that did not go on that fatal trip were suddenly orphaned. My parents took them in and now had seven children to raise, all under age nine.

It was only in recent years that I learned just how difficult a time it was - losing family, business, home and the subsequent move to California. Of course I was too young then to be fully cognitive of ail the uncertainties. Learning the full story now has provided a plausible explanation of why I worry so (how many times was I told to stop worrying as a child! I could no more stop worrying than to stop breathing. ) Afraid to relax and let myself ever be too happy, because of an unsettled fear that a dark cloud might be looming just beyond the horizon.

1960. I remember pulling up in the car for the first time to the San Jose, California home that my family (sans nephews) lived in for the next 13 years. How my parents managed to travel 1,000 miles with four kids and all their belongings in one car is mind-boggling. Only as a parent now can I fully appreciate what a struggle it must have been. We lived modestly, but so did everybody I knew and went to school with.

My sister Cathy was my best friend. Walking home from the first day of kindergarten I was greeted by her waiting for me with her tricycle at the end of the block (she could not cross the street) happily waiting to give me a ride home on the back of her trike.

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We played together constantly. Hours were filled with hopscotch, jacks; jump rope, and playing house. As we got a bit older we moved on to board games; one of my favorites was LIFE. We rode our bikes every day. Children had the freedom then to play in the front yard unsupervised, or to be on their own at a park or school and to go off exploring. These are freedoms that children of today do not know. How clearly I remember the exhilaration of zooming on my bike with my hair streaming behind me in the warm summer night air. Today with safety issues more serious than just mandatory bike helmets, my children will not experience that delicious feeling. We had freedom, but we were also very sheltered. We lived in a much smaller world than today's children.

At school, I was an excellent student, a teacher's pet. I loved doing projects for extra credit. However, there was a small problem with my speech, being unable to pronounce the letter R. My sister and I thought it uproariously funny that when I tried to say, "I'm going to a party" it would come out as "I'm going to a potty." Speech lessons at school corrected the problem though to this day I cannot roll my R's.

Just as my sister and I played together, I imagine my older brothers Larry and Ray must have done the same, though I was so involved in my own little world that I'm not sure what they did. I do remember them tickling me so much that I peed my pants. Then there were the times their idea of play was pulling dirty underwear over my head and trying to stuff it in my mouth. In adolescence, they did a roaring business selling firecrackers until a policeman came to the house.

My fondest memories growing up were the camping and trout fishing trips that my family took at Clarks Fork and the Dardanelles in the high Sierra's. My Dad, ever so generous, taught my sister and me how to fish, and more importantly how to love fishing. How many times did he catch a fish only to silently hand the rod over to us, saying, "hold this awhile" in order for my sister and I to discover that "we" caught a fish! And how many hours did he spend untangling lines, never complaining. He taught me how to tie on a hook and how to clean fish. Back at home he was usually too busy earning a living to spend much time with us so this attention was very special. Mother on the other hand, was normally there for us every day at home; so on camping trips enjoyed the luxury of going off to find a secret fishing hole. Now as a parent, I know she probably enjoyed going off to find a little peace and quiet!

Tragedy befell my family when the usual turbulent teen-age years took a turn for the worse with Raymond. Whether it was from drugs, so prevalent in the 70's, or schizophrenia, it did not matter for the terrible result was the same, my dear brother committing suicide at age 20. How much we did not understand. How much we did not know. We all blamed ourselves. The shock and the pain was too much to talk about. Even twenty-five years later only my father seems able to speak of it without crying.

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We moved to Saratoga and a more affluent lifestyle. Dad's business was booming, and we reaped the benefits - beautiful home, nice cars and even private planes. It almost seemed crazy but no one was complaining. Dad had not only one airplane, a fabulous Cessna Cardinal that we flew to Canada and other places, but at one time he had several airplanes and even an airport. I'll never forget the time we flew to Nevada just for dinner. We felt like such jet setters we were giddy. After graduating from Saratoga High in 1974, I enrolled at San Jose State College. That winter I came down with a mysterious illness and landed in the hospital in isolation for a week. Little did I know that the doctors told my mother it might be leukemia; thank goodness it was not.

September of '75 I changed schools to enroll at the University of California at Santa Barbara. I made wonderful friends and after a year in the dorm living in an "eight girl suite" I moved with three friends to an apartment overlooking the beach. It was a dream school with a dream location. Even though UCSB had a reputation as a "party school" I worked very hard academically.

My favorite class was anatomy, I wanted to be a nurse and the class was filled with premed students. The class was intense and not for the weak stomach. We studied a human cadaver that was slowly dissected over the weeks. In addition, we each dissected a cat, which compared to the cadaver seemed very mild. It was necessary to haul its stiff carcass back and forth to class. The stunned looks I'd receive while cycling my bike across campus with a dead cat under my arm made me chuckle. My roommates were not amused however when I had to store the cat corpse in our refrigerator.

During Christmas Break I went with a busload of other college students on a ski trip to Aspen. Life was good, dead cats and all. I loved Santa Barbara so it was with sadness that after two years I left. As wonderful as it was, I wanted to be a nurse; in fact most of my life I wanted to be a nurse, so why was I at a school that did not offer Nursing? Cathy wanted to go into nursing as well, and we thought we should enroll together at San Diego. But much to our anxiety, UC San Diego was not accepting transfers.

Now What? It all seemed so confusing. Things were not going as well at my Dad's business. President Jimmy Carter said the country was experiencing "a malaise." My Mom was busy working as a nurse, which she loved. I decided what I needed was a fresh start, to return to my roots, to move back to the country of my birth and enroll in one of the excellent nursing schools in Canada. Seems silly now, but at the time it seemed sensible. So on July of 1977 I packed all of my belongings in my little blue '71 Toyota Corolla and left for Victoria, B.C. I took time off from school and worked for a year, ostensibly to see it I liked living in Canada or not. Fall of '78 I was accepted into the University of British Columbia at Vancouver, School of Nursing.

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Now that I was a nursing student, I discovered my vision of nursing did not mesh with reality. My teachers were suspicious of me - what was someone from California doing in their midst! I wanted to be like Florence Nightingale and the teachers seemed cold in comparison. My enthusiasm got me elected Nursing Class President, but I quickly learned most of the nursing politics at U.B.C. were based on militant feminism, of which I wanted no part. I identified more with the predominantly male engineering students (once friends of the nurses now hated rivals) who were able to work hard but still have a good time. I met my future husband Martin at a dance hosted by the engineers. I had been dating his fraternity brother, but Martin quickly won me over.

The turning point in our relationship occurred mid February because of an impromptu trip to California. I was feeling a bit homesick, and Martin surprised me by offering to drive me home and back for a long weekend as a Valentine's Day present. It seemed incredulous to make such a long journey for only the day or so that we would be able to spare/ but I was touched by his spontaneous gesture which was thrilling and comforting all at the same time.

We decided to surprise my parents and not tell them we were coming. The next day, spirits high, we left, Martin driving the 17 hours it would take with only a short break at a freeway rest stop where he got out and slept for an hour or so on the cold, hard ground while I took a nap inside the car. Arriving at my parent's Saratoga home, Martin parked around the corner to make sure they would not see the car with B.C. plates and ruin the surprise. What a wonderful surprise it was! It was the first time my parents met Martin, and much to my relief all were happy to meet the young man I had told them about.

The two days went very quickly, and Martin and I headed back to U.B.C., expecting to make the return trip just as speedily. But it was not to be, and because of it, my life would change, though I did not know it then. As we were driving up Interstate 5 past Mount Shasta, the snow began to fall heavily. The road closed so we pulled into the little town of Dunsmuir and spent the night. I called my Canadian nursing teachers to tell them I would miss class but they did not believe it was possible to get "snowed in" in California.

The next morning bright and early with the road reopened, we took off again in Martin's trusty old red '65 Dodge station wagon. Only a quarter of a mile down the freeway, just beyond the on-ramp, with a great clunk, the drive shaft suddenly fell off! We got out of the car in disbelief. Martin and I started walking back to town for a tow truck. One would expect complaints, curses, or tears, yet when I saw how calm Martin was. The same peacefulness descended upon me. As we walked back hand in hand along the edge of the snowy freeway, I felt so happy. I realized at that moment that this calm, logical, loving man had great strength. In a world filled with pitfalls, he was my rock.

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Later that spring we attended the Engineer's Ball and someone at our table in jest introduced us as "Mr. and Mrs. Hopper." I thought it amusing. I had no idea Martin had been thinking about asking me to marry him, and much to my surprise the following day he proposed.

Strange how things work out. For years I thought I wanted to be a nurse. Now I had to face the truth that as much as I loved biology, physiology and anatomy, that's not what nursing was all about. In 1979 after almost four years of college, I abruptly dropped out, not graduating; returned home to California to prepare for a new career as a Travel Agent and a Christmas wedding to Martin.

The first year of our marriage was spent back in Vancouver with Martin finishing his engineering degree and I working as a travel agent to support us. We had very little money but did not need much. I loved being married, loved my job, loved our apartment, loved most everything about living in Vancouver except the dismal Vancouver weather. After Martin graduated, we headed back to California.

Travel is truly a gift. I will be forever grateful that during the next seven years of working as a travel agent I was able to visit exotic lands that many only dream about. I had always been fascinated with ancient Egypt and was thrilled that I was able to take my Mother on a trip of a lifetime - a Nile Cruise. What adventures we had! What ancient sites we explored! Riding camels around the Great Pyramids, cruising the Nile past villages where time stood still, exploring the great temples of Luxor, Karnak, and King Tut's tomb, sailing on a felucca, drinking tea with an Egyptian merchant, a wild carriage ride through the backstreets of Aswan, and the frightening train ride back to Cairo.

Our desire for adventure at times put our lives in danger, but we were usually too naive to realize it until it was almost too late. As two American women traveling alone in an Arab country we should have known better, but we were so overwhelmed by the majesty and history of the land to think clearly. Several years later I once again toured Egypt, this time accompanied by Martin. Egypt had changed, and so had I. The trip with Mother had indeed been "once in a lifetime."

As a travel agent, cruises were my specialty and Martin and I were able to enjoy cruises to Mexico, Caribbean, and Panama Canal and around the Greek Islands. In September 1986 we went to Moorea, Tahiti, knowing that it would be the last such trip for many years because I was about to change careers from travel agent to mommy.

Life is a series of stages, and it was with great anticipation and joy that I entered into what I considered my most important life's work, that of being a mother.

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Neil Thomas was born on a Saturday night/ March 28, 1987. Hearing the doctor say "you have a son" filled Martin and I with great pride. It was one of the happiest moments of my life, matched only by the ecstasy felt two years later on August 19, 1989 when our sweet daughter Emily Rose was born. Our family was complete.

I can never understand how anyone can say that being a Mom is boring, because my days have always been overflowing with events and experiences. Over the years, the children have kept me busy with ballet, soccer, roller hockey and performing not only in school plays but professionally as well in operas and even a movie.

On my own I have had my garden of 300+ roses, exhibiting, judging, giving speeches and demonstrations, in addition to having two books and countless articles published. Impressive as it may sound, none of it is as important as the everyday challenge of being a good mother.

Motherhood has taught me many lessons. Unconditional love, sacrifice, compromise, along with bringing me laughter and pain.

Raising a loving, moral human being is the most important job in the universe, even if modern society doesn't recognize it as that.

Just as I have taught my children, they have taught me, about strengths, weaknesses and most of all, about love. They are part of me, and me of them.

Neil is more of how I am, and Emily how I wanted to be. Ying and yang, they have made me whole.

Beverly and Martin live in San Jose Ca., Martin works for the Electrical Department, City of Santa Clara. He is an Electric Division Manager and sits on the Board of Directors of several Ute^ large electrical authorities in California.

Martin also is a Masonic Past Master and member of the San Jose Scottish Rite Bodies. Beverly met Martin at the University of British Columbia, at Vancouver, where he was a member Sigma Phi Delta Fraternity.

Beverly Rose besides being a homemaker, mother and wife has authored a New Book "HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GROW", published and distributed by Walrus Productions of Seattle.

Beverly is an award winning Consulting Rosairian receiving many awards for her roses. She also is an accredited Horticultural Judge. Beverly rotates among the top three Prize Rose Exhibitors in the entire State of California. We are so proud of her, and now her son Neil is exhibiting his own Roses and is starting to win prizes.

Charles Hopper (1920-, (Father of Martin Hopper) born in Hull, England, one of 2 brothers, during World War 11 served in the Royal Air Force as aircraft navigator. Spent most of 4 years in Africa. On returning to England, he married Irena "Elizabeth" Bateman. He started public service as a schoolteacher along with Elizabeth.

In 1950 they had an opportunity to immigrate to Canada as teachers and took the position at Kelowna, British Columbia. After a few years, Charles was promoted to Superintendent of schools and was a supervisor for a large part of western B. C. They are now retired and living in Victoria, on Vancouver Island.

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Irena "Elizabeth (Bateman) Hopper, 1926- (Martin Hopper's Mother) was also born in Hull/ England. She has one brother who is 14 years older. Her Father was Alfred Bateman and her Mother was Edith Brocklebank. Edith was born in Woodmansey, England but with some Scottish forebears from the House of Stuart.

Edith's Mother (Elizabeth's Grandmother) was Maria Brocklebank married her cousin also a Brocklebank who was a country Doctor. The Brocklebank's family, from Drax, Yorkshire England, go back

to Saxon Times listed in 1068 Doomsday Book. .

Ancestors = Mary Bateman the last "Yorkshire Witch" to be sentenced to death. She told the judge that if he sentenced her to death, he would die before she would. He did sentence her to death and the judge died before midnight that very night.

The Brocklebanks owned a shipping line that sailed between Hull, England and Hamburg, Germany. They sold out to the Elkennan-Wilson Line who then sold to the famous Cunard-White Star Lines that built the "Titanic". One of Elizabeth Hopper's Great, Great Grandfather was a Publisher and Book Binder (Tooled Leather).

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Catherine Mary Wall born at Brewster, Washington --------- October 9, 1957

"Married Timothy Gerard Burr Sr., eldest child of (Cy) Warren H. Burr & (Pat) Alice Patricia Quilty.

Timothy was born at San Jose, California on October 26, 1954.

Catherine and Timothy were married at San Jose, California on March 8, 1980.

Timothy Burr and Catherine Mary Wall have 2 children as follows:

Timothy Gerard Burr Jr. born at San Jose, California on December 4, 1980.

Daniel Warren Burr born at San Jose, California on June 26, 1982.

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Catherine Mary (Wall) Burr (in her own words)

March 31, 1998

I was born the youngest of four children of Clifford and Dorothy Wall, October 9, 1957.

My siblings were all born in Canada and I was the only one born in the United States. For the longest time I was convinced I was adopted because of this/ but my parents finally convinced me otherwise.

Brewster, Washington, land of apple orchards and the Lamberton clan, this is where I was born. My father always told me I was the cutest baby in the hospital, but then I was the only baby in the small hospital.

I was privileged to have Uncle Harold Lamberton, as the Doctor bringing me into the world. I always felt close to Uncle Harold, I remember one time after my brothers, Larry and Raymond were swinging me around as big brothers do, my arm felt out of sorts, and I cried for my mother to call Uncle Harold - he would make my sore arm all better - albeit he was 2 states away - that didn't matter to me!

My parents were and are the best parents kids could have. I always remember my childhood as being filled with adventures and Sunday outings, and long car trips, (my dad puffing on his cigar and my sister and I turning very green in the back Seat).

In this day and age of moms working, I am forever grateful our mom was home for us. She set a stage for our growth that was filled with soft music playing when we came home from school, made beds, delicious dinners and all around caring for us. Just knowing she was there was the best!

Later, when we were older, we were so proud of our mother when she obtained her nursing degree and started a new career. Now we're equally proud of her and her career with roses.

My father worked very hard to keep us in the style of living to which we wanted to become accustomed to. He never got mad at us that I can recall, even when Beverly and I artistically drew on the side of the house, and he had to paint the whole house, or later when I accidentally blew up a car or two, or when we thought we were so sneaky and would creep out to the pool house and crank up the pool heater in the middle of the winter, thinking he wouldn't notice!

Dad would just sigh and find a way to make it all work out.

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One of my best times of my life was the years I spent working with my dad, (in the finance and leasing business).

I will never forget the work, the laughs and the fun we had. He was and is the best teacher and friend a person could ever hope for (love you dad ...)

After I completed a few years of college, I married local Timothy Burr.

Our boys, Tim Jr. and Daniel are paernally fourth generation San Joseans.

On my ring finger, I wear Aunt Elizabeth's (Wall) simple gold band wedding ring, and do so with pride.

Our boys will soon be off to college, and if there is one piece of advice I would pass on to them or anyone else privileged to be in our family is to be proud of who you are, where you came from, and don't forget - - remember YOUR heritage.

The Burr Family

Cathy grew up at the time when the Women's Lib organizations were coming on strong, and she was right in there. She always wanted to do her own work on her car and etc.

After she and Tim were married, Cathy worked with me in our business. She became a very good businesswoman and still is today. It is such a pleasure working with her. Cathy also is a very good homemaker and mother. She is a very talented person.

Timothy Sr. completed his MBA at the Santa Clara University and has been in the computer software business ever since. They lived in Saratoga California for a long time, but his employer transferred them to Tucson Arizona. They had a beautiful home in Tucson where they lived for several years. Tim Sr. and family were then brought back to the Bay Area and settled again in Saratoga.

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Tim Sr. is a top Executive for the current company. He travels a great deal and is very much in demand as a consultant in computer software Their 2 sons Tim Jr. and Daniel are great athletes in many sports and are a great comfort to their parents and we all are very proud of them.

Timothy Sr. 's father Warren "Cy" Burr was born in Nebraska. He came from a large family. Cy and his brother moved to San Jose, California before World War 11. He joined the US Army and was stationed in San Diego. While on leave he met Alice Patricia "Pat" Quilty in San Jose, Ca. They married several years later.

Pat Quilty was born in San Jose, California. Her father, a well-known tailor had moved to San Jose as a. child with his parents. Pat's great grandfather had been a plantation owner in South Carolina, and as most plantation owners did, he had slaves working his plantation. He grew cotton.

Pat Quilty was an only child. She grew up in downtown San Jose, living in a Victorian style house. She went to school in Los Gatos and worked in a Pharmacy downtown after she graduated from high school, which is where she met Cy.

Cy Burr worked for the electric and gas company in San Jose, PG&E until he retired in the 1980's. Besides their eldest son "Tim", Cy and Pat have two daughters, Amy and Lisa, who are now married with children of their own (a son each).

The bit of Burr folklore that is the most interesting is that one of Cy's ancestors was "Aaron Burr", who dueled with "Alexander Hamilton"/ and won.

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The following article was supplied by Catherine Mary Wall Burr from her book "REMEMBER YOUR HERITAGE" pages 44 - 48 about her parents, Clifford and Dorothy Wall

My father met his future wife, Dorothy Michelson, who was working in a bakery shop in Duncan. They were married on August 8, 1948 at Duncan, British Columbia.

My two older brothers, Larry and Raymond and my sister, Beverly were all born at the Duncan hospital. Everything thing was going great for my parents. My father was in home construction in Duncan with his brother. Warren. They were building a large housing development when tragedy struck. While on a flight home from Brewster Washington, with the company airplane. Warren, his wife Mary, and their 8-year-old son Glen, crashed somewhere in the rugged Cascade Mountains on May 19, 1957.

My father organized search parties and combed the mountains all summer but to no avail. My father was on the aircraft search again during the first part of October 1957. My mother went to Brewster, Washington for a visit with father's sister Bernice and her husband Harold Lamberton, a medical doctor.

While my mother was on the commercial aircraft enroute to Brewster, I decided that it was time for me to arrive. Frantic word was sent to Bernice and Harold, "Dorothy is in labor". Bernice met the plane at the airport and rushed mother to the hospital. Uncle Harold was waiting and he delivered me just in time.

The date was October 9, 1957. My father was still in the mountains and when he came back to civilization, I was already three days old. I now have dual citizenship as my parents registered my birth as "A Canadian born abroad". For years my Father always said "Cathy! You were the best looking baby in the Brewster hospital when you were born", and I would reply, "Oh Ya! I was the only baby in there at that time".

My parents named me after Warren's Wife, Mary Catherine. Warren and Mary left three young orphan boys, Lloyd and the twins, Reg and Roy. My father and mother took them in and they lived with us for about one and one half years. Eventually Lloyd and Roy went to live with Bernice and Harold in Brewster and Reg stayed with us.

My parents had a hard struggle due to the fact that the plane could not be found. The construction company business was on hold until Warren could be found, or wait seven years so they could be declared dead. My father and hired men searched the mountains all the next year. There was conflict over Warren, and Mary's possessions and property. Nothing could be settled until they were found or declared dead.

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Finally after a long time, father was able to get the government court to begin the final settlement of their estate. However more trouble occurred when it was discovered that neither Warren nor Mary had written a will.

The company plane, with the remains and personal effects were found 19 1/2 years later, on a mountain ridge, above Bandera airstrip, and Interstate 95, just outside of Seattle.

My parents decided that they wanted to move away from Duncan. Father and a banker friend, Ralph Fowler, boarded a flight to San Francisco to look for a new home. People that they talked to said "go to San Jose" it is the "Garden of Eden" and plenty of work to be found. This was a far cry from our ancestor's method of travel to find a new home.

March of I960, my parents packed us up and we all headed for California. On arrival in San Jose, my mother found a nice home which we rented and later purchased. Father found work with an automobile agency in San Jose.

In June of 1960, my father, having an attentive ear, heard about Lease Financing in Southern California. He contacted "the Grandfather of Leasing" Sam Lee, of Los Angeles. Sam was an older Canadian gentleman who was preaching and teaching the value of fleet leasing of automobiles, trucks, aircraft and heavy equipment.

My father was his student, and worked very close with Sam's assistant, Stewart Conway, for many years. Father also had 6 months of training in the Hol-Dobbs and Wayne Management system for professional sales people.

My father's training paid off. He traveled from time to time with Pontiac Motor Division, holding seminars in various parts of the country, instructing Dealers and Sales Personnel on the value of lease-finance. He also had installed the first telephone line into San Jose, connected from TRW, the automated credit reporting company. He spent a lot of time instructing the loan officers of Bank of America and GMAC in the use of this new credit reporting system.

Father expanded the lease-finance into financing a Cable TV system, and a television station owned by the McCaw family of Seattle, who now own "Cellular One Communications". He also assisted President Johnson's wife "Lady Bird" with financing for her cable television company, "Commco Inc". in Austin Texas. Father helped many Computer start up companies on the West Coast such as Ampex, Commodore, Hewlett-Packard and Texas Instruments with some of their financial needs.

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My first childhood memories are playing outside our home in San Jose. I couldn't wait to be old enough to start school. I used to wait for my sister everyday until she came home from kindergarten.

Between 1960 and 1972, each summer my parents took us children on camping and fishing trips to the Sierra-Nevada Mountains. We also went on several trips to Canada to see my Mother's family. One of the highlights, in Canada, was when we would go to an Indian reservation to see the Canadian Indians in their wigwams and Tee-Pee's.

My Great Aunt Elizabeth, "Henry Walls sister", lived near us in Palo Alto. We visited her on weekends, my sister and I would run around the trailer park, where she lived, while my parents and Aunt Elizabeth visited. She always had a jar of candy ready for us. I remember what she wore, white cotton socks, flat shoes, shirt and blouse, and always with an apron on.

Tragedy struck our home twice in 1972, my brother Raymond and Aunt Elizabeth both died. We were numb. Raymond was buried in the Santa Clara Memorial Park. I have missed Raymond dearly, he was always kind to me and was a very gentle loving soul.

Because my only living grandmother lived in Canada, Aunt Elizabeth became a grandmother to me. I was also devastated when she died but she was 91 years of age and had lived a good life.

In 1973, we moved to Saratoga. For several years, Father leased the airport in Hawthorne Nevada, where he based his Cessna and Piper sales dealerships and operated a flight school. Father enjoyed flying very much, he was always happy when he was flying his Cessna airplane.

Father often talks about his many experiences of his work. One day in 1977, two young men came to his office to lease two station wagons. They did not have a regular job, no money and very little credit, but they said that they could give him a bundle of stock in their new company. Father decided to consult with his close friend, "Joe the Banker", over at Bank of America. Well, Joe said, "I have heard of these two Guys that are tinkering around in their garage, and we feel that they won't amount to anything, so throw them out!" the little company turned out to be, "Apple Computer".

I worked with my father for many years and one of the most interesting times was when he made several trips to the South Pacific to retrieve a World War 11 Japanese Zero out of the jungle.

The continual work record of Father was always around the leasing and financing of all types of equipment and aircraft, which he so enjoyed. He met so many famous people and was a consultant to many people and organizations over the years.

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My mother, Dorothy, dedicates her life to my father, her children and the grandchildren. She brought us up with all the love and understanding, and providing us with a wonderful home life. She also is a very dedicated Nurse who brought her excellent service to the elderly and those who were confined to convalescent homes. She is always a great source of comfort to us in our many needs. We all love her dearly.

My oldest brother Larry, served his term in the Canadian Armed Forces. On his return he lived for some time at Santa Cruz, creating many projects and attending Gift Shows selling his products. At one of these shows, he met Kathleen Russell. They fell in love, and they were married in Seattle, where they now live by Lake Washington.

Kathleen is an executive with a large art and graphics company. Larry is an "entrepreneur" who is successful in Real Estate, Photography, Graphics Arts, Creating Commercial Posters and Publishing Arts and Books. He also is a musician who has written some beautiful songs. He currently has sold his first recorded Musical Melodies and they are being played on the radio.

My son Tim, is a lot like my brother Larry, bursting through the door, filled with enthusiasm and always with a funny story to tell.

My sister, Beverly, was employed in San Jose, by a travel agency who transferred her to their Vancouver, British Columbia office. While she was in Vancouver, she met a young engineer, Martin Hopper. Both Beverly and Martin were attending the University of British Columbia. They decided to get married and come home to Saratoga for the ceremony, which they did.

After their marriage they returned to Vancouver so Martin could complete and receive his degree from the University. Then they returned to San Jose. Martin joined the Electric Department of the City of Santa Clara as an Electrical Engineer where he has been working for many years.

Beverly immediately was employed by another travel agency and again was assigned to the Vacation Desk. This position required her to travel to many places around the world to inspect the future travel arrangements for her clients. On several occasions, and when he could get leave, she was able to take Martin along with her. Mother also went along with Beverly on a trip to Egypt.

While at home, Beverly started growing Roses in her garden. She became determined to have the very best blooms to display in the various shows. With her loving care, it wasn't long before she started receiving the top awards.

For years now Beverly sweeps the exhibits with her prize flowers. On several occasions other exhibitors have exclaimed, "Oh! Here comes Beverly, we may as well toss our roses in the garbage and go home". "She is going to get all the top awards again!"

Through her determination for the best, she now has been an officer of the -large Santa Clara County Rose Society for years, a consulting Rosarian, a member of the National American Rose Society and has been appointed an exhibitor Judge on Roses. Beverly writes many articles for the local papers and national magazines distributed throughout North America and Europe.

Beverly and Martin now have two children, Neil and Emily. My son Tim, often baby-sat Neil and Emily. All of our children get along great and love to spent time together. Beverly is affectionately known as "Aunt Bea" to Tim and Daniel.