Washington State Archives

Washington State really does have an amazing service for us genealogists. Through their Ask An Archivist program, I have received so much valuable information about my family.  They recently photocopied and mailed me the entire file from my Moore grandparents' divorce in 1947, as well as the property records from one of the houses that my great grandfather Dan Proctor built - all for just the cost of photocopies and mailing ($8.50). In the past, they have located marriage records and death records that I was unable to find. For anyone who is doing family history research in Washington State this is a resource that should not be overlooked.

Sepia Saturday: School-boy Crush

When I look at the little boy in this photo, I see my sweet son; but this boy was born just over one hundred years earlier. He is my maternal grandfather Everett Herman Proctor, circa 1915. The back of the photo says that the woman with him was his school teacher. At this time, the Proctors had moved from Columbia City to the area around Star Lake in Kent, Washington, so this woman must have been the teacher at the one-room Star Lake School at 272nd Street and Military Road. (The school appears to still be there.)

It is funny how you can feel the mood in this yellowed photo, even after all of these years. Look at their expressions and body language. I think there was a school-boy crush at work here and I think it may have been a little bit mutual. (Obviously, Everett was very charming, just like his great grandson.) What do you think?

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Sepia Sunday: Proctor Logging Camp in Washington State, Summer 1947

Everett, Aune, Jayne Cook, Janis Proctor, Jean & Johnny Cook

Proctors and Cooks;  Joyce and Jayne;  Aune, Jayne and Jean



Ray, Johnny (in-laws=yawn), Everett, Aune & Rusty the Dog, Joyce & Jayne

The Everett Proctor Family at Ray Proctor's logging camp in the woods near Mt. Vernon or Startup, Washington in the Summer of 1947.

I am a little late for my Sepia Saturday posting, so it will be Sepia Sunday this week.