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_James Taylor Bonner __+
| (1814 - 1884) m 1840
_James Toy Bonner ___|
| (1847 - 1920) m 1878|
| |_Caroline C. Herrick __+
| (1818 - 1854) m 1840
|
|--Ernest Edward Bonner
| (1885 - 1971)
| _Daniel Davison _______+
| | (1815 - 1891) m 1841
|_Ida May Davison ____|
(1858 - 1944) m 1878|
|_Harriet Matilda Lyon _+
(1817 - 1900) m 1841
[1716] Ernest lived in Osceola, Polk Co., Nebraska and Columbus,
Platte Co., Nebraska. He registered for the draft 12 Sep 1918
in Columbus. He headed west in 1939 with Ethel after the
children had grown. He worked first in Pasco, Washington and
later in Portland. He had studied agriculture at the University
of Nebraska, farmed, but pursued a career as a carpenter. He
eventually resided in Canby, Clackamas Co., Oregon where he
built two wings on the Canby Nursing Home, one of which was
named for him.
_Ernest Edward Bonner ____________+
| (1885 - 1971) m 1907
_Orlo Roy Bonner ____|
| (1908 - 1974) m 1930|
| |_Ethel Blanche Rinesmith _________+
| (.... - 1949) m 1907
|
|--Ernest Rea Bonner
| (1932 - ....)
| _Alex Rea ________________________+
| | (1884 - 1958) m 1904
|_Mable Lissie Rea ___|
(1909 - 1993) m 1930|
|_Harriett (Hattie) Pansy Stanton _+
(1885 - 1952) m 1904
[130] The Ernie Bonner Family by Ernest Rea Bonner 8/6/97.
From Logan, Iowa to Portland, Oregon--through Nebraska, Kansas,
Colorado, Idaho, New York, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, California,
Ohio and Massachusetts.
Ernie Bonner was born on Dec. 2, 1932 in Logan (Harrison
County), Iowa to Orlo Roy Bonner (Dad) and Maybelle
(originally Mable) Lizzie (Rea) Bonner (Mom). He was the
second of six children born to Orlo and Maybelle: Robert,
Ernest, George, Elizabeth (Betty), Quintan and Brian (in order
of descending age).
Over the next few years, they would move to various
towns in eastern Nebraska, including Howells and Albion. Dad
worked mainly in print shops, becoming a well-known and expert
printer, according to Uncle Ervin. But even though he was
sought after, he didnt get paid very well during the
depression. [One story he told: on Saturday afternoon when it
was quitting time for the week (unless the press broke down),
the owner and Dad would get into the cash register and split
what was there, right down the middle! Im sure there were
some weeks when it was very disappointing for both Dad and Mom
when so little could be brought home for expenses. Dad was
also a good musician. I dont know how he learned to play, but
he could play a lot of instruments. He was in a dance band in
Albion, I know, when I remember going down to a local park to
see him play one summer. He talked later in life about meeting
Lawrence Welk at some of the all-night cafes and restaurants
that traveling bands used after performances, when Welk and his
band would show up at the same place as Dad and his band.] I
remember quite a bit about Albion, where we lived in 4 separate
houses during a stay of about 6 years. I remember getting our
first electric train there. I remember watching a friend (not
much older than me) rolling some weeds into a cigarette, and
smoking it. And I remember one day 3 or 4 of us sneaking into
the back seat of Dads car before he went to work, and riding
downtown in the back, unbeknownst to him (I think). When he
got downtown, we jumped out, and got to go inside, meet the
other workers, and I remember getting some kind of a
treat--candy or something. I remember seeing a car wreck
there, and it was so scary that I ran home. I remember the
day we all went to the park, and inadvertently left Bob at
home. When we rushed back to the house, there he was sitting
sadly on the curb with our dog. The houses we lived in are
probably still standing in Albion. On a recent trip to
Nebraska, Christine and I searched for them. I found two which
were definitely houses we lived in, but couldnt for sure find
the other two.
We moved to the big city (North Platte) just before the
war. I entered the fourth grade there. I had my first paper
route there, and my first bike--which I bought with the
proceeds of the paper route. In fact, one of the paper routes
I had included the so-called red light district in North Platte
in a row of hotels strung out along the railroad tracks in what
was then pretty much the center of town. (I knew nothing about
the practice of prostitution, and always wondered why the women
at the hotel where I delivered papers walked around with bath
robes or less on in the middle of the day). I had my first
date there, in the fifth grade. I got 50 cents from Grandad
Rea so I could take a girl friend to the school carnival. I
got my first taste of the excitement of the theater, from the
annual summer run of the Hugo Players, in a tent, pitched in a
large vacant lot across the street from our house on 10th. We
got free tickets for helping the crew put up the tent. Betty,
our only sister, died there of polio. We actually had a
household full of polio. It was so bad, and people were so
scared of the disease, that we were quarantined in the house.
Dad had to work, so he had to leave the house and not
return--but he snuck back into the house every night. (Bob had
a real severe case of it and had to go to Lincoln for therapy.
George even had polio twice, bringing him much fame from
national newspapers.) I attended Elementary school, Junior
High School and my first year in high school in North Platte.
I remember building model airplanes in the dining room. One
day, several of us were downtown for some reason, and I stole a
10 cent airplane kit. The experience was so frightening that I
will never forget it. I remember competing in the soap box
derby, going to boy scout camp, riding my bike clear across
town to go swimming in the sand pits north of town in the
summer (near what is now the Interstate, with motels and
restaurants, etc.), walking 7 miles north out of town every
Sunday for a period of time to visit my first real crush at her
farm home. And when I went to high school I remember playing
in the marching band and in the jazz band, taking Latin and
getting razzed because I wasnt big enough to be in high
school. I remember going all over town on my bike; once almost
killing myself as I sped down the viaduct over the railroad
tracks and braked hard to avoid a left-turning car. I spilled
on the bike and went skidding under the front of the car.
Close! [Dad worked for most of the time he was in North Platte
at the local newspaper, but he also worked on the railroad (as
a station agent) for awhile, and he tried trucking once, too.
I dont know why he decided to try trucking, probably had
something to do with money. I remember one night Mom woke me
up and sent me down to the newspaper office to help Dad. It
must have been after midnight. Dad had slipped and stabbed a
screwdriver right through his finger, and could not really use
that hand that well, so he wanted me to help him with two good
hands, as the linotype he was working on had to be ready for
work in the morning. He was the most diligent man I have ever
known. Mom often spent time at the railroad station helping
the local red cross or other organization feed troops as they
crossed the nation--because the troop trains were full of
troops but had no food facilities.]
In the summer of 1947 we moved to Morrill, Nebraska
where Mom and Dad had bought a weekly newspaper, The Morrill
Mail. Dad had a column in that newspaper called, "Beets,
Beans, and Bull!" And Mom helped out in the front office. The
older boys learned how to print there--Bob learned the linotype
and Ernie learned the presses and composition. We lived in the
back end of the newspaper shop. [That was where we found a box
of old love letters that Mom and Dad wrote to each other before
they were married. I remember one particular letter when Mom
wrote that she sure wished Dad were there to keep her knees
warm the way he did last Saturday night!]. Ernie gave up band,
and played basketball and ran track. Bob played football.
(Ernie never could stand physical pain). Ernie was sent to
Boys State by the local Rotary Club because he gave the best
speech--or, rather, he told the best joke at the beginning of
the speech. (Boys State was a week stay in Lincoln, the
capital of Nebraska, for one selected representative from each
high school in Nebraska. While there we campaigned for
political office and learned about politics and government.
Girls State was a similar program). Ernie and Bob graduated
from Morrill High School in May of 1950. Bob and I (and
probably George also) both liked being in Morrill. It was a
small high school and we got to do things there we couldnt
dream of doing in North Platte High, so when Dad approached us
with the idea of selling the paper and going to Scottsbluff to
get work, we werent happy. To Dad and Moms great credit,
they put off selling the paper for a year so we could finish
high school in Morrill. I know that put them even further in
debt than they were, and was a great sacrifice to make for us.
I really appreciated it then, and I still do.
In 1950, Dad and Mom sold the Morrill Mail and we were
off to Scottsbluff, a whopping 15 miles away. Dad worked at
the newspaper there, originally. Later on, he got a job at a
job print shop. I got a job working at the same newspaper as
Dad at night, and went to Scottsbluff Junior College during the
day. I was just beginning to see the world, and was
fascinated. Needless to say, I didnt study much--mostly hung
out with the big boys from the big city and dreamed of chasing
girls (I wouldnt have dreamed of actually chasing them!), and
worked half the night at the newspaper. After a semester of
that, I quit the Junior College and worked for the remainder of
the year. The next year I was off to Chadron State Teachers
College in Chadron, Nebraska--first time I was away from home.
Again, I got a good part-time job at the local newspaper and
went to school part time. I remember only taking Spanish
there. Again, not much studying. But I did have a couple of
exciting romantic interludes. And, oh yes, another guy and
myself tried out for cheerleader, just for a lark--and we won.
Then we had to be cheerleaders! I lasted at Chadron only two
years.
Got anxious to travel the world, so I joined the army
(specifically, I volunteered for the draft so I would only have
to be in for 2 years). But before I got out of boot camp, the
Korean war had been halted, and my great chance to go overseas
melted away. Instead, I stayed at Fort Riley, Kansas for a
year, and then was sent to Fort Carson in Colorado for the
second year of my tour. During that tour, our whole regiment
hiked from Colorado Springs to Vail, Colorado. I havent liked
camping and hiking since. The Army was a real eye-opener for
me, as I had never seen ethnic diversity in Nebraska. There
were African Americans (then called negroes), Italians, Irish,
Jewish and others with urban backgrounds and then there were us
rural types. It was quite a mix. I left the Army in June of
1955, moving to Sterling, Colorado where my parents were
working at a newspaper and job printing shop. I spent the
Summer there and then enrolled at the University of Colorado on
the GI Bill.
The day I left Sterling for Boulder, with my old chevy
loaded up with all of my earthly possessions (actually, only
had the back seat filled), was one of the most exciting of my
life. I remember the feeling still. Off to the big university
to become rich and famous. And for the first month or so, it
was truly exciting. Then I had to start studying. Actually,
after an uncertain start, I did pretty good there. I started
in architecture, then transferred to Architectural Engineering
and Business, a joint 5-year degree that was supposed to be
what the big firms hiring wanted. As usual, I worked part time
at the local newspaper and went to school full-time. Lots of
time it was rough, but it now doesnt seem like it was
difficult at all. I got interested in musical comedy there,
getting into two campus musical productions (played Scranton
Slim in Guys and Dolls). I stayed in rooming houses, mostly,
and ate lunch and dinner with other students at a house near
campus. When I got to the university, it was equally as
diverse as the Army, but the great differences there were those
of class. And it was the first time I came across individuals
who were citizens of other lands.
I met Glenda Louise Prosser in my last year at Colorado,
just about Christmas time. She worked at the Boulder Daily
Camera where I did. Her parents, Glenn and Carleene Prosser,
owned and operated the Estes Park Trail, a newspaper and job
printing shop in Estes Park, Colorado. We got married April
16, 1960 in Estes Park, and went on a honeymoon in Glenwood
Springs, Colorado. I remember I took a lot of photographs of
bridges and mountains and streams and other natural wonders,
but only a few of people.
After my 4th year at Colorado, I came across the idea of
city planning. I thought that was pretty neat. Why satisfy
yourself with the design of just a building. Why not go for
the whole city? I took a class in the Fall of my last year,
and got the bug. So when the new year came around (just about
the time I met Glenda), I applied to MIT, Cornell and the
University of Washington for financial assistance to go to
graduate school in urban planning. I was turned down by MIT,
but accepted by the University of Washington, and heard nothing
from Cornell. So Glenda and I decided to enroll at
Washington. And, as luck would have it, Frank Brown, a
classmate of mine, offered me a job working for him designing a
prefabricated a-frame cabin using scrap lumber from his
fathers lumber mill in McCall, Idaho. So we went up to McCall
to help Frank for the Summer on our way to Seattle to enroll at
Washington.
McCall was great--the place where rich people from Boise
go to swim for the Summer, and ski for the winter. It was a
nice little town, with a great little golf course. But our
accommodations were the pits! They were free, but they were
the pits! We lived in the last of several old cabins on the
lake. When we first got there , it was great. Just get up in
the morning and walk down to the lake. But before the Summer
was out, they had begun construction on a new lodge there and
our little cabin got squeezed more and more between the road
and the new construction. And to add to that, there was no
bath, toilet or shower in our cabin, and only a wood stove for
cooking. So we were glad to get out of there before the Summer
was over. It must have been about the end of July when we
finally got word from Cornell. Surprise! They not only
offered a scholarship but a part time research job at the
University. So we reversed gears, and made new plans not to go
west, but to go east to Ithaca, New York.
Glendas mother gave us her car, and we loaded a trailer
on back, and in September of 1960 we headed for New York. We
lived in a basement apartment when we first got there, and were
glad to get it. Housing was tight, as it always is around
universities and colleges in small towns. Cornell was
difficult for me. I did not get good grades there. I did get
a good education about banking and housing issues from my
research job. And I first worked with computers there,
running a huge IBM sorter to do statistical analyses of data
series. When money got scarce after a few months, it became
obvious that I would have to get a job to be able to support
us. And, of course, Glenda was pregnant.
Kathleen Louise Bonner was born March 2, 1961 in Ithaca
(Tompkins County), New York. She was born prematurely, so she
was very tiny. She used to take about an ounce of milk every
hour or so. It was hard to see her with her miniature hands
and feet and realize that she would grow to become a beautiful
person. She was a great delight to me, and more engrossing
than going to school.
But it was clear that we had to find a solution to our
financial problems. So I decided to cut back to part time at
school, and get a job downtown at the planning office in
Ithaca. This turned out to be a great move. The Director was
Tom Niederkorn, a wonderful person and town planner, who helped
me understand a lot of what goes on in planning offices to
compare with the theory that I was learning up on the hill.
It meant that I would be 3 years getting a Masters Degree, but
I really believe it contributed greatly to my career. For
instance, I first met Rai Okamoto there, as an urban renewal
planner from a firm in Philadelphia. And in every class from
then on, I knew from personal experience why the methods and
practices being taught were sometimes useful, and how they
sometimes didnt help that much. At Cornell, I didnt really
get into the history and the design, but I did get into the
finance and the forecasting methods. In short, I liked
techniques of analysis, but was weak in design and history.
In the meantime, we moved from the hill to the
flats, and began the 9-month vigil for our second child,
Christine Lynn Bonner. Christine was born on June 13, 1963,
again in Ithaca (Tompkins County), New York. At the time we
were living in an upstairs apartment over a barber shop and
grocery story about 10 blocks from downtown Ithaca, close to
Cayuga Lake. The doctors feared that she, too, would be
premature, so Glenda was forced to curtail a lot of activity.
But as it turned out, she was a healthy, full-term baby, all
bubbling and burping and ............ And soon she would join
us for the trek back to Colorado.
In my last year at Cornell, I took a planning analysis
and techniques course taught by Barclay Jones. This course
included material on input-output analyses, my first encounter
with this at that time sophisticated forecasting method.
Because I was at the time preparing material needed for a
comprehensive land use plan for Ithaca, it seemed this method
was made to order for planners who need to understand the
interactions and effects of economic activity on the range of
land use demands in their jurisdictions. And when I learned
that an economics professor at the University of Colorado was
doing such an analysis on Boulder, Colorado, I immediately
wrote and asked if there were room on the staff for me. He
seemed interested in having a person trained in urban planning
on the team, so he agreed to hire me part time on the
NASA-funded research project, and he got me a part time job
teaching in the Architecture Department. I finished all the
requirements for my Masters degree at Cornell in the Summer of
1963, just hours before we headed west to Colorado.
In Boulder, we lived at the faculty housing
complex--probably the best housing for a family I have ever
lived in. Kathleen and Chris ranged widely about the safe,
interior court of the apartments, and there were a lot of
friendly people as neighbors. I enjoyed the research, and
eventually was a co-author on the final report. During that
research, I met Charlie Leven, an economist from Washington
University in St. Louis, who suggested that I go on to get a
PhD in economics. In fact, he helped me get an NDEA fellowship
to the University of Pittsburgh to do just that.
So in the Summer of 1965, Kathleen and Chris and Glenda
and I headed off in our little Volkswagen beetle to the steel
City on the Monongahela River in western Pennsylvania. At the
University I had the luxury for the first time in my life of
going to school full time, without having to work at another
job to support ourselves. I majored in International Trade,
Economic Development and Quantitative Methods. I even had my
own office at the school.
When we first lived in Pittsburgh, we lived in public
housing a short distance from the University. This experience
demonstrated clearly why we did not want to be poor and without
hope like many of the people there. I will never forget the
struggle it was to live in that place. I know a lot of my
growing liberal sense of economic injustice got a good watering
there. We moved (at some considerable financial sacrifice) to
a more suburban area called East Hills in our second year
there, where the kids had a large open forest to run in and we
had a brand new 2-bedroom town house. Compared to the public
housing accommodations, that was heaven. We had great
neighbors--Weldon and Faye Williams and their three children.
And I had a 20-minute commute to work--with a colleague at the
University down the street. I got good grades. I finished all
of my course work and passed my qualifying exams. and I began
my dissertation--on the migration patterns of black households
in major American cities. It was sometime in 1966 or 1967 that
we met and became good friends with Norm and Virginia Krumholz.
Norm had graduated from Cornell as I had, and was in Pittsburgh
working for the Pittsburgh Planning Department. He and I were
soon to get into a lot of trouble together, but that must wait
. . . In the Spring of 1968, I got a call from Ved Prakash, a
friend and colleague from Cornell, about the possibility of
teaching urban and regional planning at the University of
Wisconsin at Madison, Wisconsin. I visited Madison, talked to
Ved and to Leo Jakobsen, then the Chairman of the Department,
was offered the job and accepted. And before I finished my
dissertation Kathleen, Chris, Glenda and I were back in our
Volkswagen beetle, this time heading west to Wisconsin.
We started off on the wrong foot in Madison by being
forced into the only available home we could afford, which was
across the tracks from Madison proper, close by the Oscar Myer
Weiner plant in an industrial area. The railroad was close to
the house, and Chris and Kathleen used to climb into the
waiting box cars to play. Good thing I didnt know what they
were doing! There were some wonderful places to live in
Madison, near lakes and forests, but we were not able to find a
place at our price. I didnt particularly like the petty
politics I saw among the university faculty. And I never did
get over the perception of my lack of intellectual prowess
amidst all those brains. And then Glenda fell in love with
William Clark, one of the professors at the university and we
separated in the summer of 1969. (At the end of the fall term
in 1969, Glenda left with Kathleen and Christine for California
with William Clark, who was to teach at UCLA).
I sorely missed the kids, but I also really enjoyed
being single for the first time in 10 years. I had lots of
girl friends, and I could spend a lot of time at my job, which
I did. The students were great; particularly those in a
special class we designed and conducted during that fall term.
But my teaching days were over. During that fall, I finally
gave up on my PhD dissertation and the idea of ever getting a
PhD. I also made plans to go to Chile at the end of the Fall
term, to work at a research institute there for a friend of
mine from Pittsburgh. And then Norm Krumholz called me from
Pittsburgh and asked if I would like to go to work for him--he
had just been appointed the Planning Director of Cleveland by
Carl Stokes, the first black mayor of a major American city.
Obviously, I said yes, and in January of 1970, I headed to
Cleveland.
Cleveland was fun and exciting. I was Chief Planner in
charge of comprehensive planning. Our job was to develop a
comprehensive plan for Cleveland. We also got a lot of
interesting assignments on transportation and housing. And we
even recommended that the city buy the giant electric utility.
We eventually produced a body of work that gained national
attention for its emphasis on equity and justice, rather than
land and development. I visited Finland on a visiting
professorship during the Summer of 1970. Kathleen joined me,
and got a real crush on one of the Teaching Assistants there (a
guy named Kaj). I had a diagnosed heart attack (it turned out
to have been pericarditis) in San Diego.
And Cleveland was where I met Lynn, my second wife. We
met at a class at Case Western Reserve University in the Fall
of 1971. She was a student there, getting a social work
degree. I was a visiting lecturer, on why crime was a rational
enterprise in Cleveland. After the class we made plans to meet
at City Hall and talk about her project there, social
indicators for the city. We both fell in love quickly. And on
May 31, 1972, Ernie Bonner and Lucy Lynn Guilbert Bergstrom got
married in Cleveland (Cuyahoga County), Ohio. Lynn had a son,
Dirk Bergstrom, born on Oct. 6, 1967, from her previous
marriage to Toby Bergstrom. We lived at the corner of Cedar
and Belvoir in University Heights, Ohio, Lynns apartment
before we got married.
Carl Stokes left the mayors office at the end of 1971,
deciding to call it quits after 2 terms in the mayors office.
The new mayor was a so-called white ethnic named Ralph Perk.
Ralph was a nice guy, and a bit of a populist, but he somehow
didnt appeal much to me as a boss. So I started looking
around for a new job. A friend of mine at Cleveland State
University happened to mention to me that his aunt in
Milwaukie, Oregon had told him that there was a new young mayor
in Portland, Oregon who was looking for a planning director. I
wrote immediately, and was contacted soon by Bill Scott, in the
Mayors office. We made plans to meet in Los Angeles so we
could size each other up, and we both liked what we saw. I did
apply for the job, beating out 2 other candidates. And in
September of 1973, Lynn and Dirk and I headed west on the
Canadian National Railway for Oregon.
The job as Planning Director for Portland was much more
responsibility than I had ever assumed before. I worked very
hard, over long hours. It was in those years during the
seventies that the groundwork was laid for the City of Portland
that everyone touts today.
Dad died in 1974, of complications from a gall bladder
operation in a San Jose hospital. He was a great guy. He was
smart. He was inventive. He worked hard. He was 100%
supportive of me over his entire life. I miss him a lot.
By the middle of 1978, I had had enough of the
hurly-burly of planning, and left the city to strike out into
something new. [For those wanting to know more about planning
in Portland, see Ernie Bonners Planning Journal]
We moved to our first house--on the east side (2836 SE
Main)--in 1976, and stayed there for 20 years. Lynn got
involved in some interesting challenges. She ran the first
successful tri-county campaign for a zoo tax levy in 1976. And
she joined the Tri-Met Marketing Department in 1977. While I
was leaving the city to pursue other interests in 1978 (and
wasnt able to promise the same level of household support),
Lynn signed on as a staff assistant to Commissioner Connie
McCready, and brought in the bulk of the funds we needed to run
the household. I worked as a consultant for awhile, but wasnt
that successful. I wouldnt really get well financially until
I got the job of advising Rogers Cable on their successful bid
for the cable television franchise in Portland.
In 1979, Kathleen graduated from University High School
in Los Angeles, and would go on to UCLA for two years. Ernie
was appointed in 1979 to the Metro Council, an elected regional
governing body in Portland. He would run unopposed for the
remainder of the term, then win in a general election for a
full 4-year term. Over his term of office, he would hold the
chairs of the Transportation and Recycling Committees, and the
position of Presiding Officer. As part of Ernies run for the
office in 1981, David Kish organized a golf tournament called
the Ernie Bonner Classic to raise money for Ernies campaign.
That golf tournament has continued to this day, with well over
$10,000 earned for various local charitable causes.
In 1980, Lynn went to work for Don Clark, the Chairman
of the County Commissioners. And Ernie invested in a solar
energy firm--a distributorship for Grumman solar water heating
products. Lynn made a lot of good friends and a lot of money
for the next 3 years. I made a lot of friends as well, but I
lost a lot of money in the solar energy business.
In 1983, I went to work for Bonneville Power
Administration, where I worked until retirement on April 1,
1995. In 1982 Lynn went to work for the Jewish Federation of
Portland. She ran the Portland-Multnomah County Public Safety
Commission from 1984 to 1985, and in August of 1985 she began
her job at Kaiser. She was laid off at Kaiser earlier this
year and began preparations for a new career as a paralegal.
Recently, she was re-hired by Kaiser, but will continue her
studies.
Ernie started his interest in video production in 1980
as a consultant to Rogers Cablesystems. Ernie organized a
cable access production group called Metro 7 in 1983 and, once
the first cable acess studio was built (on SE Foster Rd.) in
1983, began producing shows. In the Spring of 1984, he
produced a one-hour show featuring interactivity on the cable
system and starring Bud Clark, then a candidate for Portland
Mayor. Ernie won a national prize for that show; and Bud won
the Mayors seat. Ernie would go on to produce a variety of
cable access shows, from the Bud Clark Show to steam railroad
shows to the Ben Linder Memorial Telethon to The Rubber Chicken
Show to his show Nicaragua by Nicaraguans. Ernie was on the
Mount Hood Cable Regulatory Commission and is now on the
Portland Cable Access Board.
Kathleen and Chris and Ernie traveled to Europe in the
Fall of 1985--from Paris to St. Emilion to Nice to the Italian
Riviera to Florence, then to Lyons and Paris and to London. We
spent a month all told, and had a great time, cruising the old
country in a Super Cinc. Then in the Spring of 1986, we packed
up again and went to Nicaragua--Kathleen for a week and Chris
and myself for 2 weeks. While there we interviewed (on camera)
government, church, media and business people on the situation
in Nicaragua at a time when our country was actively trying to
undermine the government there. It was informative, at times
dangerous, and always exciting. I used the video tapes
produced there in a series of monthly shows on cable access tv
which won a national award for community producers.
Lynns parents died within a few months of each other in
a retirement home in Cleveland, in 1982. Lynns Dad was an
ardent collector and restorer of (now valuable) antiques as
well as a skilled craftsman. Her Mom was a social worker. Her
influence is still felt around here when Lynn wonders out loud
why she does this or why she feels the way she does. Ernies
Mom died in October of 1993, after a brief stay in a nursing
home in Burlingame, CA. She was a woman before her time, a
feminist when no one knew what that meant yet. Im sure she
would have been surprised to know that her son, Quintan, would
follow her in death in just a few short years--in 1996 of a
massive heart attack.
Ernies first daughter, Kathleen, married Tick Houk on
July 3, 1989 in Los Angeles, and they bought a house in Culver
City the same year. They have had two children: Ernie Houk,
born Feb. 27, 1992 in Santa Monica Hospital; and Carly Houk,
born Aug. 4, 1994 in the same hospital. Kathleen worked until
1992 at TGA Enterprises in Los Angeles, as their Office
Manager. She now works full time raising the children. Tick
Houk designs integrated circuits for International Rectifier
Corporation in Los Angeles.
Ernies second daughter, Christine, graduated from
University High School in Los Angeles in 1981, went on to the
University of California at Santa Cruz for two years, then on
to the University at Berkeley where she graduated with a degree
in Resource Economics in 1985. After a few years in Los
Angeles, Christine moved to Portland, and has established
herself as a successful realtor here.
Lynns son, Dirk Bergstrom, graduated from Cleveland
High School in Portland in the Spring of 1985 and went on to
graduate with a chemistry degree 4 years later from Williams
College in Massachusetts. He worked for a time in the San
Francisco area as a chemist, and now has a job doing on-line
data and literature searches for Stanford Research Institute.
Lynn and Ernie had their 25th wedding anniversary party
on July 27. They served champagne and chocolate, to everyones
delight.
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_James Toy Bonner ______+
| (1847 - 1920) m 1878
_Ernest Edward Bonner ____|
| (1885 - 1971) m 1907 |
| |_Ida May Davison _______+
| (1858 - 1944) m 1878
|
|--Ervin Bonner
| (1912 - ....)
| _Daniel Lee Rinesmith __+
| | (1853 - 1906) m 1882
|_Ethel Blanche Rinesmith _|
(.... - 1949) m 1907 |
|_Eliza Elizabeth Lentz _+
(1863 - 1920) m 1882
[1746] 1614 20th Street
_Nathaniel Bonner _____+
| (1780 - 1860) m 1815
_James Bonner _______|
| (1826 - 1896) |
| |_Jane Bonner Ghormley _+
| (1792 - 1870) m 1815
|
|--Esther M. Bonner
| (1874 - 1959)
| _______________________
| |
|_?? ?? ______________|
(1831 - 1892) |
|_______________________
[4879] [S309] David & Jean McBride, Cemetery
[4880] [S309] David & Jean McBride, Cemetery
[4881] [S309] David & Jean McBride, Cemetery
[4882] [S309] David & Jean McBride, Cemetery
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_James Toy Bonner ______+
| (1847 - 1920) m 1878
_Ernest Edward Bonner ____|
| (1885 - 1971) m 1907 |
| |_Ida May Davison _______+
| (1858 - 1944) m 1878
|
|--Evelyn Bonner
| (1917 - ....)
| _Daniel Lee Rinesmith __+
| | (1853 - 1906) m 1882
|_Ethel Blanche Rinesmith _|
(.... - 1949) m 1907 |
|_Eliza Elizabeth Lentz _+
(1863 - 1920) m 1882
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_Ernest Edward Bonner ____________+
| (1885 - 1971) m 1907
_Orlo Roy Bonner ____|
| (1908 - 1974) m 1930|
| |_Ethel Blanche Rinesmith _________+
| (.... - 1949) m 1907
|
|--George Alan Bonner
| (1934 - ....)
| _Alex Rea ________________________+
| | (1884 - 1958) m 1904
|_Mable Lissie Rea ___|
(1909 - 1993) m 1930|
|_Harriett (Hattie) Pansy Stanton _+
(1885 - 1952) m 1904
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_Nathaniel Bonner _____+
| (1780 - 1860) m 1815
_James Bonner _______|
| (1826 - 1896) |
| |_Jane Bonner Ghormley _+
| (1792 - 1870) m 1815
|
|--George E. Bonner
| (1869 - 1926)
| _______________________
| |
|_?? ?? ______________|
(1831 - 1892) |
|_______________________
[4876] [S309] David & Jean McBride, Cemetery
[4877] [S309] David & Jean McBride, Cemetery
[4878] [S309] David & Jean McBride, Cemetery
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_Henry Johnson Bonner _+
| (1801 - 1876) m 1836
_David Findley Bonner _|
| (1842 - 1921) m 1865 |
| |_Martha Findley _______+
| (1809 - 1852) m 1836
|
|--Gertrude Evangeline Bonner
| (1879 - 1940)
| _______________________
| |
|_Mary Elizabeth Smith _|
(1841 - 1936) m 1865 |
|_______________________
[7010] [S420] Guy Gordon Lawyer, 408 S. Arap
[7011] [S421] Guy Gordon Lawyer, Jr.
[7012] [S421] Guy Gordon Lawyer, Jr.
[7013] [S420] Guy Gordon Lawyer, 408 S. Arap
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