Another shot that Robert Winsor Jr. took at the Panama-California International Exposition in San Diego, March 18, 1916. I believe that is Robert Winsor Sr. again in the wicker car to the left (in front of the flag pole), with his wife Eleanor approaching the car.
In this eventful journal entry from Robert Winsor, Jr. he gets his first taste of roller coasters (he doesn’t like them), finds the dance club too crowded, and we get this great photo of Robert Winsor Sr. and Eleanor May (Magee) Winsor at the Panama-California International Exposition driving around in this toy wicker car (#20)!
Saturday, March 18th
Beautiful day. Opening of the Exposition for 1916.
I played tennis with Max Cook, on his court, in the morning.
We took a swim in the Bay, and then he and his wife motored me down to the car line, on the outskirts of National City. I got to town about one o’clock, and met mother and father, cousin Russell & cousin Ella, up at the Exposition. Bud lunched at Coronado with Bessie, May, and Hope Allen.
Phil stayed at home.
We couldn’t arrange lunch at the Exposition, so we went down to Rudders’ in San Diego, and had an excellent one.
We met the girls and Dick at the Exposition, and the younger members of the party took in the Isthmus [sp?], with all its side-shows.
The War of the World – a sea-fight off N.Y., etc.; the Hawaiian singers, the House of Mirth, Captain the thinking horse, roller-coaster, etc.
The latter was the worst sensation I ever felt, and once was enough.
We dined at the Cristobal Café. There was a big crowd there, and dancing (very crowded) between courses; also a Cabaret. It was full moon and a wonderful setting for the opening evening of the Fair.
We drove Bessie back to Coronado in the Allens’ car, & got home just after midnight.
Also from the March 16, 1916 entry. That’s Robert Winsor Jr. on the left sporting incredible white shoes and what appears to be a small stogie, but I don’t know the other two.
Helen said, “My mother liked the scent of a cigar, and said it always reminded her of her father.”
Cousin Hilary Davis writes: “Regarding the Indian ancestor: My mother told me that we are descended from Hannah Duston of Haverhill, MA and one of the children she bore while held captive by the Indians. Maybe on the Kimball side? I don’t know but it’s an interesting story. I’m sure there’s some Indian blood from the Nickersons too. Almost every white settler of Cape Cod, and their offspring, mingled with the indigenous folk, so I gather.”
We heard a similar story in our branch. But no confirmation yet. The search continues!
I’ll post some non-train trip photos SOON, I promise, but this photo is so fantastic I had to share. Here’s the next day’s entry, from March 17, 1916, in which Robert Winsor Jr. makes it clear that Bud was the real tennis star in the family. I am guessing that the women in this first image are Mary Pickard “Bud” Winsor on the left and Louise Fleischmann on the right.
RW Jr. writes:
Friday, March 17th
Fine day; no fog.
All of us motored to town early. Dad & Mom did some shopping. Bud & I went over to Coronado, and had a warm morning of tennis with the Fleischmanns. We beat them 6-4, and then Louise & I were defeated by Mr. Fleischmann & Bud, 6-2. They had us 4-2 on the third set, when we had to stop to get the 12:10 ferry.
We went out with the family, and brought “Puss” & Connie Smith to lunch with us. We came in town again about 4:30 and went over to Coronado for tea. There was a Thé Dausant going on, but we didn’t feel quite “dressy” enough, so we had tea out on the verandah looking out on the ocean, and the sunset over Point Loma.
It was a wonderful, full-moon night, and it seemed a pity to have to go to bed.
First off, greetings to cousin Hilary Davis, niece of Phil Baker! She is the daughter of Lucy (who sadly, like Hilary’s father, passed away last fall). She’s of course interested particularly in any Baker history and memories, but also in meeting her extended family. Welcome to this virtual family reunion! I encourage you to check out the blog were I post an archive of these old emails — there’s some good Baker stuff there, particularly regarding Cape Cod (some of which you can see at the very bottom of this email chain). I’ll send you some specific links that might be of interest. And of course we’re all always curious to track down that elusive Indian ancestor! We’re pretty sure he or she (well, I guess both if you go back another generation) was in the Nickerson family. Hilary had this great story to share: “I found a booklet that some members of the Baker family put together, mostly recollections about the farm and Gaggy and Roland. One story that is often repeated is the one of him throwing blueberry pie at the children around the dinner table. My mother said he was “in his cups.” “I loved the farm Woodla and miss it terribly. I have a vague recollection of Gaggy. I was quite young when she died but I remember visiting her once at the farm. She was sitting in a beautiful sunny room, like a small parlor. I remember that she smiled at me. My sister Martha and I visited the farm occasionally when Grandad and Mimi lived there. We loved all the connected barns and outbuildings and enjoyed exploring every inch of that farm. We slept in a bedroom that had two twin beds at the top of one of the staircases. The room was connected to a smaller room that we were told belonged to Roland. My sister and I never slept a wink when we were at the farm because we had heard all the stories about Roland’s ghost haunting the house. We kept each other up all night waiting for Roland to walk through that connecting door and “get us.” We also had heard from my mother the stories of Gaggy’s seaweed blanc mange and were grateful that Mimi and Grandad never served us any of that dreadful stuff.” Thanks, Hilary! Great stuff.
Robert Winsor Jr.’s journal entry for March 16, 1916 also had a small newspaper clipping: “Boston Capitalist Staying at Bonita.”
Although the article misspells his father’s name in the subhed (“Robert Windsor [sic], Stockholder in Sweetwater Company, Will Address Harvard Men.”), it gets it right in the body copy:
"Robert Winsor of Boston, who was praised by the late J. P. Morgan as "the brightest financier in America today," is a visitor in San Diego. He arrived several days ago and has been staying quietly in his fine residence at Bonita, near the home of R. C. Allen. His two sons are with him.
"Mr. Winsor, who won fame as an athlete at Harvard in the late ’70s, will speak to local Harvard men at a little informal meeting at the University Club next Thursday evening. He was graduated from Harvard in 1880 in the same class as Theodore Roosevelt and since that time has taken much interest in the university and its activities. He is interested in the Sweetwater Water Co.’s properties in National City, Chula Vista and vicinity. He is head of the firm of Kidder, Peabody & Co. of Boston and is a director, trustee or officer of a dozen big Eastern corporations. He has one home at Weston, Mass., and another in Marlboro Street, Boston."
Another travel journal entry from Robert Winsor Jr.:
Thursday, March 16th.
High fog again.
Dad, Bud, Mary Allen, Bessie Downs and myself in Mr. Smith’s car; Cousin Russell, Cousin Ella, Mrs. & Miss Dabney in the Allens’ car — all went to Delmar on the ocean side, about 20 miles up the coast from San Diego.
Cleared off beautifully when we got about to La Jolla, and was a beautiful day from then on. Very picturesque road along the cliffs from La Jolla, up through the promontory of the Torrey Pines, to Delmar.
We had a delicious picnic lunch on a high hill back of Delmar, looking down on the ocean on one side, and across, a deep, flood-washed valley to the mountains on the other. The girls went in surf-bathing before we went back. I took a long walk along the road home, and they picked me up just before we got to the Torrey Pines.
Went into Sunny Jim Cave at La Jolla; 136 steps down through the sandstone. Visited a picturesque Hopi house of a Mr. Bailey.
Dad & I had hair-cuts in San Diego, while the girls took Bessie back to Coronado.
Quiet evening at home.
Man, I wish there were photos of Robert Winsors Jr. and Sr. getting haircuts together! Unfortunately the photos paired with this entry are far away — two shots of cars (I’m guessing from the journal entry Mr. Smith’s and the Allens’ cars) pulled over for a picnic on the “high hill back of Delmar.”
A few blurry group shots from Robert Winsor Jr.’s 1916 travel journal.
That’s Robert Winsor Jr. near the right in the second one, with his arm around (I think) Bud (Mary Pickard Winsor).
Robert Winsor Jr. writes in his journal:
Wednesday, March 15th:
High fog early, but cleared around nine o’clock, and turned out a beautiful day; cool and sunny and a nice breeze.
Dad and mother motored to town and stayed in to lunch, doing shopping all morning.
Bud, Mary Allen and I rode horseback up to the dam, and then across and back to the Allens’. Then I did some work in the orchard, and Bud, Phil and I lunched together.
I worked some more after lunch, and about four o’clock, Bessie Downs and Hope Allen arrived. They, Mary Allen, Bud, Phil & I motored up to Upper Otay, and stopped for a picnic on the way back. Dick joined us on his motor-cycle. I couldn’t eat, as I had to go back home to a dinner-party.
Mr. & Mrs. Boale, Mr. & Mrs. Dunbar & their niece, Miss Hobart, Cousin Ella & Cousin Russell, Mother, Dad & myself were the dinner party.
Everything went off finely; the tables were very pretty with flowers & new candelabra. Bud, Phil, Mary & Dick went to the movies after taking Bessie & Hope Allen to Coronado.
It was great seeing several of you at the get-together in Portland in honor of Ginny, even for a short time. And Phil, the collection of pictures on display of Ginny during her life were breathtaking — what a beautiful woman! We’re all so lucky to have known her. Here’s another photo I found of her from a recent summer, with Phil and Bob, Helen and Hilary.
I came across this photo of Ginny Baker from August 2011 that I wanted to share. My family and I were lucky enough to visit with her and Phil and the extended Baker family out in Brooklin for a wonderful lunch and relaxing afternoon by the water. I didn’t think my kids would have a recollection of it, but when I mentioned that Ginny had passed and I was about to drive up to Maine, my son Sean immediately remembered, “We played on her dock over the water and watched the boats go by as she watched us from the flowers in front of her house.” And then I found this photo of exactly that, with Ginny smiling as she surveyed the water and the gathered family out front. I certainly didn’t know her well, but there is something in this expression of relaxed contentment that I will always associate with her. Here is the obituary From Phil: Virginia Chappell Baker of 111 Allen Avenue Extension, Falmouth, Maine died on December 7, 2013 after a long battle with cancer. Her husband of 62 years, Philip M. Baker, was with her. Also, nearby, were her three children: Linda B. Gifford (Husband- Donn) of Readfield, Maine; Barbara “Gilly” Hitchcock (Husband- Joe) of Kingfield, Maine; and Philip C. Baker (Wife- Cynthia) of Windham, Maine. Her six grandchildren are: Jennifer Gifford of Boulder, Colo., Amy Gifford of Ithaca, N.Y., Dan Hitchcock of Brooksville, ME., Ben Hitchcock of Golden, Colo., and Gwen and Celine Baker of Windham. She was a fiercely protective and wholeheartedly supportive Mother and Grandmother. Not to be omitted are her faithful Irish Setter, Faith, and her very best friend, Penny the Cat. Ginny was born in Orlando, Florida on March 6, 1927. She was the daughter of Dr. J Rocher and Dorothy Hazelton Chappell. She is survived by two sisters, Mrs. Dorothy Mitterling of Melbourne Beach, Florida and Mrs. Sherry Cooper of Orlando. Also, several beloved nieces and nephews. She was married to Philip M. Baker in Orlando on June 9th, 1951 and the couple moved to Maine in 1957. She worked for many years at Knudsen’s Studio Shop in the Falmouth Shopping Center, served two terms on the Falmouth Zoning Board of Appeals, was active on the Falmouth Republican Town Committee and a long time member of the Portland Yacht Club. At Ginny’s request, there will be no funeral services. Instead, a casual gathering will be held in her honor at DiMillo’s Restaurant on the Water from 4:00PM-6:00PM on Friday, January 17, 2014. Friends and Family are invited. In honor of Ginny’s beloved cat, Penny, donations to an animal shelter of your choice would be appreciated.
Speaking of the Bakers, there’s a lot of great history of the family in published material about the history of Dennis, Massachusetts. Here’s a bit from History of Barnstable County, Massachusetts, edited by Simeon L. Deyo. 1890. New York: H. W. Blake & Co Chapter XVIII, pages 507-577. (http://capecodhistory.us/Deyo/Dennis-Deyo.htm):
“The building of vessels of small tonnage and the manufacture of salt were quite extensively engaged in early in the present century, but the evidences were long ago extinct. The Baker family were prominent, and fifty years ago were doing so much of the business that the settlement was called “Bakertown.” Joshua Baker had a store; Peter and John Baker also kept stores, and Peter kept a tavern.
"The old wind mill, the three stores, the tavern, and the fishing vessels of the Bakers made it a lively center. The wind mill near Grand Cove was the scene of many important telegraphic communications. It stood on the knoll northwest of L. M. Gage’s present residence, and its upper port holes, or windows, commanded a view of the highland in the north part of the town, on which a flag was hoisted when a Boston packet was entering Nobscusset harbor. As soon as the lookout in the wind mill saw the flag, he went to a pole erected on the triangular piece of land between the highways, near Mr. Gage’s, and hoisted a flag, which communicated the news to West Harwich, South Yarmouth and the remaining portion of Dennis, that the "packet was in." They told of the departure of the packet by hoisting the day before it sailed a ball or barrel. These messages, delivered many miles so rapidly and effectively, are yet remembered by the more aged, who, in those days of no railroads, went to North Dennis for their goods at the first mentioned signal, and at the second carried to the packet produce and articles of exchange for the Boston market.
"Peter Baker had a tavern here early in the history at the village, and Elkanah S. Baker started another in 1868 in the premises opposite L. M. Gage’s. This was discontinued at his death in 1884. Mrs. L. B. Nickerson still keeps the Nickerson House—a tavern started in 1875 by her husband, who died in 1883.
"The later stores have been generally kept by the Bakers. In 1862 Reuben and Jethro Baker opened a store, which was sold to Watson F. Baker, in October, 1874, and it is yet a principal store of South Dennis. Marshall S. Underwood kept a store where the post office is until his death, in 1873, and Charles M., his son, continues it. Charles G. Baker has a general store by the depot.
"The mail was delivered to the citizens of the south part at North Dennis until January 9, 1822, when Miller Whelden was made the first postmaster at South Dennis. Eleazer Nickerson was appointed December 15, 1828, postmaster for South Dennis, and received the mail at Miller Whelden’s house, where Charles Baker now resides. Whelden was his assistant in carrying the mail and waiting upon the people. Watson Baker was postmaster from January 21, 1847, and had the office a short time in the present Liberty Hall, and May 29, 1869, Marshall S. Underwood was appointed, moved it to the present site, and in 1873 was succeeded by Charles M. Underwood. Liberty Hall was once a store occupied by Baker & Downs. In 1844 it was moved to its present site by Watson Baker and Isaac Downs; then it was sold to Collins C. Baker, for Joseph C. Baker, who sold it twenty years ago to a stock company, which transformed the upper floor into a convenient hall. The Good Templars meet in the hall, and although only organized February 7, 1889, with twenty-two members, they had increased to sixty-six in the third quarter.”
As for that windmill, it was actually built by Revolutionary War vet Judah Baker (he was part of Colonel Nathaniel Freeman’s Yarmouth regiment that marched to Lexington in response to the alarm sounded April 19, 1775) and still stands today (as you can see in the above pics). Here’s what the town of Yarmouth has to say:
“Built by Judah Baker in 1791 in South Dennis, the Judah Baker Windmill was moved from its original location by a group of retired sea captains to a spot overlooking Kelley’s Pond in Dennis. Then in 1866, the eight-sided windmill was bought by Braddock Matthews and moved across Bass River to its present location at the end of Willow Street. In 1953, the windmill was donated to the Town of Yarmouth and Windmill Park was established, complete with a small swimming beach on the River.” (from http://www.yarmouthcapecod.com/html/places_of_interest.html)
A site called Cape Cod Windmills, created by photographer Brenda Krekeler, has more information and several photos (including the two above): “Judah Baker built his windmill in 1791 at Grand Cove in North Dennis. Judah built his windmill with a cone-shaped roof and two dormers. One dormer was for the mast and power shaft and the other dormer was for the tail pole. Judah Baker’s son Peter sold his father’s mill to Captain Freeman Crowell who moved the mill to East Dennis. The mill functioned until 1863 at Winkle Point in East Dennis. Captain Braddock Matthews bought the mill in 1866 and moved it to South Yarmouth “Lower Village” now known as Bass River. Seth Baker bought the windmill from Captain Matthews in 1875. Seth operated the windmill until his death in 1891. Seth’s son Joseph sold the mill in 1893 to William Stone. The mill no longer operated. A storm in 1916 damaged the mill. Charles Henry Davis assumed the guardianship of the mill and he moved it down the street to its present location. A deal was made in 1953 where the Town of Yarmouth took over the responsibility of the windmill.
"Frothingham, a writer for a The Register describes how the roof of the mill was turned to face the wind: "The operation of the mill must have been fascinating. The whole roof and top beam and huge cog wheel were on rollers and could be rotated to head the sails into the wind. A long tail piece opposite the sails extended down from the roof to a wheel on the ground and this ran around the mill on a wooden track. It could be hauled by a horse, or even pushed by a number of men. The sails as we see them today are merely the slats on which canvas sails were spread and fastened to catch the wind."
"Judah Baker Windmill was completely rebuilt in 1973. The interior structure, the shake shingles, the copula, the mast and the tail pole were all either rebuilt, replaced or restored. The mill was authentically rebuilt and restored using hand-hewn lumber where possible. The interior has the original mechanical equipment that the wind powered and stones that ground the grain.”
As for the grain, that site also had this interesting theory on where the phrase “nose to the grindstone” comes from: “If the stones ran too hot, they would cook the meal destroying the flavor. The miller could tell instantly by the smell of the fresh meal, hence a good miller kept “his nose to the grindstones.””