Showing posts with label David Weiss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Weiss. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Pesach in Poland and in the Weiss Family





 
"These are the set times of the LORD, the sacred
occasions, which you shall celebrate each at its
appointed time." - Leviticus 23:4

Annie and Max Weiss Family.  Simon is in the back row, in the light colored suit.

Claire Chase Weiss, my husband’s grandmother, told us once of going to her mother in law’s home for Passover meals with her husband, Simon. It would be nice to know more about those Pesach (Passover) Celebrations in the Weiss Family.    


Simon Weiss, of Jewish descent, was Mark's grandfather.

Simon, in his adult life, was not a practicing Jew, but his parents, especially his mother, Annie Wahrhaftig Weiss, was a devout orthodox Jew.

Claire and Simon’s oldest son, David S. Weiss would bring home matzo (unleavened bread) at Passover time in Portland, Oregon, but my husband, Mark, didn’t really understand why. 

Head table had a place set for Elijah, the Prophet on the right of this picture.

Each table had a Seder Plate, a plate of unleavened bread, salt water and parsley, and bowl of water for washing.



Waiting for the Seder to begin.

On Sunday, March 27th, we hosted our first Young Single Adult Passover with 117 in attendance from the 46th Ward in the Logan, Utah LDS YSA 6th Stake.  It required an enormous amount of effort to set it up.  We were there from 3:00 to 9:30 p.m. and many hours preparation on Saturday as well.   Feedback has been positive and it was obvious that all had a fun time. 

Part of our wonderful YSA 46th Ward kitchen crew! This event required lots of help.

My husband, Mark Weiss, was the leader for the Seder and sat in the soft chair.  He followed the script outlined in our Haggadah.  Thankfully, as part of our preparation, we had the opportunity of being part of a Passover Seder the Friday before our Sunday evening event.  Mark Weiss had a refresher course from Craig and Sandy Ostler who have hosted similar events many times.  It was wonderful to share in the symbolism of what we believe was the “Last Supper” of Jesus Christ.  
Another table set for passover.

Passover seder at Ostler home.

I found myself thinking of the Max and Annie Weiss family in Poland/Belarus and wondered what it must have been like for them in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.   Below is a great article that explains the Passover Preparations of long ago.  I hope you will find it interesting. 

Buffet service of the meal.

Passover begins at sundown on Friday, April 3, 2015.  May you enjoy thinking of our ancestors and the ritual that evoked deep gratitude for freedom from slavery.  

Head table.  2nd Counselor in the Bishopric, Todd Condie, wore his prayer shawl and yamaka.

We had 117 in attendance.


Lizhensk (The synagogue, people, and events)

Lezajsk, Poland

by Y. Rotman
Holidays and Festivals


Passover Preparations
After Purim, the preparations for and anticipation of Passover began. The sun began to shine in the streets. The snow began to melt, and people began to clear out their humble homes. They would throw out straw mattresses, old beds, heavy engraved items, and worn out books. They would clean and hang up their old clothes to air out. They would prepare to whitewash and clean out their houses.

They would bring whitewash from the pit of Zshishele Greenberg or Yosef Guzik, and some paint from Shmuel Langzam, for they would not simply whitewash, but would add some colored paint and decorate the house with various designs and flowers, in modern fashion. Outside, small feathers flew around that came out of the blankets and pillows that were being aired out on the windowsills.

The stalls in the marketplace began to stock fattened geese. They would slaughter them, to prepare rich gourmet food for the festival of the spring. The aroma of frying oil wafted from the houses, the basements were filled with potatoes, the glassmakers went door to door and sold glass pots and bottles to store home made wine. They would make the wine from raisins. Black raisins could be more easily obtained, they were cheaper, however the white ones were larger and sweeter. Everyone prepared according to his means. They would bring down boards, knives, and Kosher Passover utensils from the roofs. Every family cut up raisins. The toddlers would sneak some of the raisins, eat them and choke on the pits.

The gentiles brought wagons laden with straw to refill mattresses with fresh straw, and the old straw would be put into the old patched mattresses.

Bakers Kashered their ovens[5] and prepared them for the baking of Matzot. They hired women as kneeders, removers of Matza from the ovens, and rollers of Matza. The positions that received the highest salary were the remover of Matza from the ovens, and the shaper of the Matza. People would set an appointment with the baker as to when their Matza was to be baked, and they would bring their flour beforehand to the baker, wish each other best wishes and that they should be well for the next year...

The family members would also wish each other a good year. Everyone was busy with the baking of their Matza, and the bakers would bless the customers and wait for the numbered coins, as everyone came to take their Matza.

The kneaders and rollers would be scratched occasionally with broken glass and warned “to roll the Matza very thin”. One would shout “roll it thinner”, and the other would shout “pour more water”, the one who puts the Matza in the oven would shout “put the Matza in the oven”, and the baker would shout “the fire is too high”. The children would see themselves as part of this activity and would shout “wafer-like Matzot with many indentations”.

A giant baker's basket would be lowered from the dusty roof. It would be cleaned, and the Matzot would be placed in it so that they would not break. They would quickly be weighed, and the porters would hurry and carry them to the owners. The owners would receive their Matzot and shout “good year, good year” to the porters.



Passover Arrives
What would be considered a menial task all year is considered an honor on the eve of Passover. In the night prior to the day before Passover, people would go toward the well in song in order to draw the water for the baking of Matza, as it is said “they run to where the Matza water is”.

On the next day, on the eve of Passover they kneed their dough by hand and sing songs, Hallel, Psalms, as they baked their Matzot[6]. The Hassidim would only eat Matzot that were baked on the eve of Passover.

The houses were spotless, and the raisins were already squeezed so that there would be an abundance of wine.

After Mincha and Maariv of the evening prior to the day before Passover, they would go about with large wax candles, goose feathers that would serve as a brush, and they would search every corner and crack in the house. The remainder of the leaven (Chometz) would be swept into a spoon, and the spoon would be covered with a linen net so that the crumbs would not fall from it. The next day they would go to the Mikva in order to burn the Chometz.

There was a procession toward the Mikva: One went to immerse his new vessels for Passover, for without this immersion they would not be considered fit for use, and others would go with older utensils in order to purge them in the boiler of the Mikva. The boiler was ignited the night before for this purpose.

The tables, kitchen counters and closet shelves would be covered with new liners, nice and clean.

The ovens were cleaned with cleanser, and then glowed with a hot fire. The Passover utensils were brought down from the roof and the Chometz vessels were brought up to the roof for the duration of the eight days.

After the morning prayers, the first-born would be redeemed from their fast[7], and the joyous and glorious festival began to appear. Everyone was attired in their new festival clothes, the generally dimly lit rooms were now lit with bright oil lamps and torches, and the table was covered with a white tablecloth and chairs for reclining. Children who lived out of town came home to be with grandparents or parents on the night of the Seder. The tables were set spaciously; they were adorned with a large Seder[8] plate; a large Matza plate; wine glasses of various colors; and Haggadas of various sizes which were passed on from generation to generation, enhanced by various commentaries and illuminated with various illustrations, embroidered covers and beautiful borders.

People ran around in a hustle, were busy, and everyone waited for the night of the Seder with awe and trepidation. They concerned themselves with who would be given the role of asking the questions, and worried that the children would not get mixed up in the asking of their questions. The fathers worried that they should not get mixed up with when to wash hands and when not to wash hands. The mothers worried that the Seder meal would not be spoiled. Everyone waited...

“Ma Nishtana” brought joy to the heart, as well as the traditional tears – because of blood libels, frights, evil decrees, etc. The tricksters opened the doors of the houses during the recital of “Shefoch Chamatcha” and placed into the house a small straw manikin like a scarecrow, dressed up as Elijah, and stole and drank the Cup of Elijah.

There were homes where the Seder continued until 1:00 AM or later. The children took naps during the day so that they would be able to stay up for the long, drawn out Seder, however the eyes shut nevertheless, and heads nodded backwards. “Woe to the child who falls asleep”, as the children were afraid of the chastisement of their father. The mother would take her young children into a separate room to doze off so “father would not be aware”.

The father was like a king in his white clothes. He ate while reclining and discoursed without stopping, in words that only he, as a scholar, could understand.

Everyone fixed his or her eyes upon him.

He would often read the Yiddish commentary of the Haggada so that the family members including the women would also understand. The wife did everything according to the wishes of the king.

This was the only time during the year when the father would sit as a king at the table and set out the courses of food, and give command as to when to eat and when not to eat, when to cover the Matza and when not to cover the Matza, when to drink the wine. On this occasion the mother, generally the master of the table, would wait for his command.

Passover ends with a jubilant "Next year in Jerusalem!"

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Chase Park-Centerville, UT Historic Family Homes




Historic Chase Property for Sale!


This is the granary that was build on the property of Isaac Chase.  It was later used as a small home.
The granary is located at

23 W Chase Ln, Centerville, UT 84014

and was for sale in July of 2014 when all these photos were taken.





While driving in Centerville in July 2014,  I saw that the old Chase Family Granary was for sale.  We decided to drive by again to check it out on 24th of July Pioneer Weekend in 2014.    This post contains many of the photos I took that day and the info recorded on the historic markers.  (I have yet to obtain good photos of the Frank Leslie Chase farmhouse where Claire Weiss grew up.)





Here is what is written on the historic marker shown above:

In 1859, George Ogden Chase and his wife Josephine Streeper moved to Centerville with two small children. They moved into the log cabin built in 1849 by Thomas Thurston. This cabin was traded by Brigham Young to George's father, Isaac Chase, for his share of the Chase Mill in Liberty Park in Salt Lake City. The next year, George has a large white home built next to the cabin. Twelve more children were born here.

The 110-acre property was self-sustaining, as George built a two-story rock granary, laundry, ice house, smoke house, large barn and corral. He grew hay and grain for market, fruits and vegetables for his large family, and raised beef, lambs, and pork. The homestead was called "Chase Park" because of its full acre of lawn and shrubs, which surrounded the main home, log cabin and granary.

Josephine had been a school teacher in Salt Lake City and taught in the North Centerville Sunday School for many years. She kept a diary from 1881 to 1894, painting a picture of life in the Chase home. Visitors were numerous, including friends, church leaders, salesmen, and wanderers. These were elaborate events with-storytelling around the fire.

The home remained in the Chase family until 1982. In 1989, the home began to deteriorate and was torn down, leaving only the log cabin, the granary, and memories of the one grand home at Chase Park.
This marker explains that the Chase home in Centerville that was once located here on Chase Lane (1000 North) was demolished in 1989. There is a large pile of rocks where the home once stood and it someone has planted flowers there.


These old stairs once let to the adobe home with the large front porch.
The adobe cabin was built by George Ogden Chase in 1860 and was demolished in 1989. Chase Park had many black locust trees, just like Liberty Park.  The front porch was added about 1920. 
Here's what the Utah Division of State History had linked to the picture above written in 1919. ("Utah since statehood: historical and biographical" (1919), vol. 3.)


George Chase home at Centerville. Property was in exchange for Chase property in Liberty Park. The ground belonged to his father, Isaac Chase, but home was built by George. Used in Utah Historical Quarterly, Jan. 1961, Historical Notes section.
George Ogden Chase, son of Isaac Chase, was with the family as they journeyed westward to Utah and settled in the capitol city, which remained his home until 1860, when he removed to Centerville. He secured the patents to much land in Centerville and in adjoining towns, which were issued to him and he deeded out to the respective settlers and in many cases trusting them for pay which he never got. Like his father at Liberty Park in Salt Lake City, George O. Chase planted the black locust around much of his land, which later caused the place to be known as Chase Park. The home and place are still so designated today. This is one of the few pioneer homes still in use,
The old cabin is still used as a residence.

In 1859 Isaac Chase receive the "Thurston-Chase" cabin and surrounding farm in exchange for his mill property at Liberty Park in Salt Lake City.  His only son, George Ogden Chase, his second wife, Josephine Streeper, and their children moved in to the cabin in 1859.  They lived her until a nearby adobe house was finished in 1860.  This cabin was used as an additional bedroom when company would come for Christmas.  The three-room addition to the south of the cabin was completed in the 1940's.  The property remained in the Chase family until 1974.



Note the historic marker on the right side of the door.

This old Chase cabin still has a family living in it.

At first we didn't know if this was the smokehouse, an ice house, or an outhouse.  We have since determined it is the smokehouse.

This small upstairs bedroom was where David Weiss and his brother Max slept.  Photos of the rooms are available at the Zillow.com site mentioned below.

Note the thick walls of the original Chase Granary. 

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The Chase Granary is now for sale.
 Zillow.com info has more photos that are interesting and the Google street view will help you get oriented.

Go to:   http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/23-W-Chase-Ln-Centerville-UT-84014/12662594_zpid/

23 W Chase Ln, Centerville, UT 84014

1 bed, 1 bath, 1,318 sqft
Zestimate®: $164,518
Rent Zestimate®: $1,260/mo

HISTORIC SITE! Cute little cottage located right off of main street in Centerville. Custom built oversized workshop included. Home was previously a granary and needs some TLC. Open deck also accessible from bedroom.

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There is an interesting article in the Utah Historical Quarterly (Volume 29, Spring 1961) where descendants highlighted some of the interesting history the the 100th birthday of "the gracious home" in Chase Park. The article points out that the home was probably the oldest continuously occupied house in Davis County--remaining in the hands of one family and occupied by family members during all that 100 years time period. 

The adobe home was owned by Kate Chase, Ella Chase and Fanny Dean Matthews when it was purchased by Mrs. Josephine Chase Bradshaw who was the owner in 1961.   Max Weiss said at one time Claire Weiss had title to some of the property.  The cabin remained in the Chase family until 1974.   Claire Chase Weiss grew up in the farmhouse (located south of the cabin and adobe home and not yet pictured here) built by Frank Leslie with John Croft, the craftsman father-in-law, helping his son-in-law Frank.

The Mark and Cyndy Weiss family have pictures from 1996 of the Weiss children in front of the farmhouse that will be inserted later.

On the city website I learned that Centerville was the located between the two growing communities of Farmington and Bountiful and thus became "The City In-Between" or Centerville.

Here's an excerpt from this book written by granddaughter of George O. Chase, Josephine Chase Bradshaw (older sister of Clarissa Chase Weiss).

"At the time the family moved to Centerville, there was one willow tree that stood on the property.  When the home was built they put it under that tree and it still stands today.  (Note from Cyndy-this was probably the same tree that caused the adobe house destruction in 1989?)  A two-story home was first built with one large room upstairs and one large room downstairs, a log room on the north side and a leanto on the south.  The roof was made of split willows laid on logs, straw and diret were piled on the willows and it leaded dreadfully.

"Immediately the family started plans for a permanent home and in 1862 the large adobe home was built, and Josephine Bradshaw at the age of 81 still lives in that home.  (Ed. note: I remember when  Auntie Jo came to our wedding reception in 1975.) This family planted a full acre of lawn and beautified their land with shrubbery.  From that time on it was known as Chase Park.

"Besides the Thurston cabin and the large adobe home, a grainary was built.  It had two stories and grain was stored in bins on the bottom floor.  The upper level was used as a playroom by the Chase boys, as a practice hall for the family and the town band, and at one time it was converted into a Tea Room and many luncheons and dinners were serve there.  In 1952 the grainary was converted into a home."     (See p. 271 of the book The City In-Between.)


Written by Mary Ellen Wood Smoot in 1975.  Mark Weiss has a copy of this book that once belonged to Claire Weiss.

Here are some more interesting places to stop by the next time you are in Centerville, UT.
This is the statue on the monument honoring early Centerville pioneer families.



On the plaque at Founder's Park monument (as well as on the city website) are these concluding words by Vestil Harrison:
"The groundwork for all the conveniences we enjoy today was laid by the early pioneers of Centerville, whose suffering, diligence, and faith in the cause that brought them here made this the choice land we had inherited.  We honor these noble pioneers!  
May the dedication of this monument to their faith, sacrifice, and deeds, inspire us to emulate them and revere their memory with profound gratitude."
 

As I think of these pioneers, I think of the great faith of 
Isaac and Phebe and 
George and Josephine Chase.   

It is easy imagine their legendary family gatherings at Christmas time.  Their industry in building up Chase Park remains part of the legacy passed on to us today.  With great faith these pioneer families dedicated themselves to building up Zion in the Rocky Mountains.

As one descendant of Isaac (who was the father of George O. Chase) wrote:   
“Isaac Chase had three things:   
His wealth, his tools, his testimony.   
He left his wealth in New York and Nauvoo.   
He left his tools at Liberty Park, 
but he always kept his testimony.”

 
This is likely the chapel where the funerals were held for many of the Chase family members.  Originally built in 1879, many additions have been made to this chapel over the years.  Josephine talks of teaching Sunday School in her diary.  Likely she and her many children once walked these halls.  There is a "Church Well"  with fresh water available with or without chemicals available in the parking lot.  A Daughters of the Utah Pioneer (DUP) log cabin museum is located behind the chapel.

This is not too far from the Si's Curve In where David Weiss worked at this father's (Simon Weiss) fast food stand during David's Junior and Senior years of high school.  It is located on Hwy 89 where Bountiful turns into Centerville.

We will have to check the old photos to see if this is maybe part of the original Si's Curve in located across the street from the Junior High School.

Family rumor has it the students from the Junior High across the street drove away the lunch crowd and the business didn't survive.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Random memories of David Simon Weiss


Random Memories of David Simon Weiss
Taken about 1952 while working for Filter-Queen in Portland, Oregon.

We were sitting in the yellow GMC motorhome at our 1998 Weiss Family Reunion in Rocky Mountain National Park and we got Grandpa David S. Weiss to talk. 
Below are the notes taken by Cyndy Weiss from that interview on July 25, 1998.
(Sorry these photos are of such poor quality.  I will scan the originals correctly one day when I get an updated scanner.) 

Beacon Rock State Park hike during Reunion 1996.  Ben, Jon, Sam, Will, and Joe Weiss with Grandpa David Weiss and his dogs.

What were the values you tried to instill in us as kids:
Honesty with self
Integrity
Commitment
Love
Forgiveness

When my father died, he was philosophizing and he said: 
In order to gain a friend you have to be one first.   Simon Weiss

He also said:  You don’t have to tell your customer about your competition.  Don’t badmouth (your competition).  It won’t be news to him.   Simon Weiss

What does integrity mean to you?
You are in a position to be counted on.  What you said you would do, you will.

What does commitment mean to you?
To join or be a part of something (for example:  a team, a marriage, or a business) you must honor that decision to yourself and persevere until the goal is achieved.
Sweet Grandpa David Weiss and Child and ???
What does love mean to you?
Love is the foundation of life and success—love of self and fellowman.  It is the primary elixir.  The catalyst of life.

Love goes hand in hand with forgiveness.  “What goes around, comes around.”

I believe in the saying ”Smile and the whole world smiles with you” .  Smiling is an acknowledgement of love.  Just with your eyes you can create a relationship.  (Smiling) is like the different between vinegar and honey.

What does Individual Worth mean to you?
People have to be themselves.
People must gather facts so they can make a decision on their own.  It is the parent’s responsibility to help children get the facts…to help them have opportunities for fact gathering. 



Pages 4-7 of my notes talk about the history of David’s work experience and building the David S. Weiss Company.  Mark Weiss has a history that he wrote up that should go here.


Tell us about your extended family:
Christmas is a time to share love-a time of giving.
At Chase Park in Centerville, Utah, we ate all day.
Isaac Chase had 100 acre parcel.  George Ogden Chase, Isaac’s son, settled Centerville.  There were red colored stones that said “Chase Park”  George Ogden Chase was in Centerville, while Isaac Chase was on Main or State Street in Salt Lake City, UT.
Getting the Malibu preflighted.  David Weiss in background.  February 1993.
The Farmhouse (in Centerville, UT) was Frank Leslie Chase’s—where Claire Chase Weiss was born.  Aunt Kate and Aunt El were sisters of Frank Leslie.
Uncle Mac was dressed as Santa Clause and I believed in Santa Clause until I was 6 or 7 when I recognized Uncle Mac.

My father, Simon Weiss was raised by Anna Wahrhaftig Weiss in Salt Lake City.  His father, Max Weiss, was in Roosevelt and Vernal Utah.
They (Weiss family) were supportive of Christmas.  It never pleased the parents when Simon (Jew faith) and Claire (Mormon faith) were first married.  There was no “inheritance” but they were “accepted” by the Weiss family.
David Weiss rigging Kings X in 1990.
I remember going camping with friends and visiting a gold mine in California.  Mac (McGhie) worked for his brother-in-law, Uncle Frank.  We had a nice summer vacation of one week.

From ages of 12-18 (maybe this was 17-18?),  I worked at Si’s Curve In on 9th No. and Main Street at the North End of Bountiful and Main Street.  You turned right and then back to the left.
We served home cooking, fried foods, Dairy Queen type product and had a malt machine.

We bought it (Si’s Curve In) in May when I was a Junior in High School.  I would ride the bus to Bountiful to go to work there.  I was part of that business when I was 17-18, my Jr. and Sr. years of High School.  I attended East High my Freshman and Sophomore years and then Davis High my Jr./Sr. years.  Graduated from Davis in “1948”.

We put some neon signs up.   Had a good lunch trade with local workers.  Also served breakfast and sold some groceries.

I remember cleaning off the old Packard (Note:  The 1941 Packard was his father’s  car and the one Dave learned to drive in.)  We would drive in rutted roads and have to wash the mud off of the the ruts in the wheels.

It was by the old Bountiful Junior High.  When school let out the kids would fill it-wall to tall.  They bought candy: One or pieces for 5 cents.

We were open 8 a.m. till Midnight.  On the week days I worked at a dry cleaning place from 6:30-12 midnight.  On Saturdays and Sundays I would open up the Curve In while Max went to Church.

I met Marilyn on a blind date.
Social acceptance was difficult (for David?)
Centerville was “apart” from the farmers.  They would even take a week off to pick the beets. 

Our role models (were family members).

We mowed lawns, but couldn’t make our beds as we had a maid and we were responsible for amusing ourselves.   There were wings off of 5th East.   We did car and airplane rides at Liberty Park.  It cost 25 cents for a row boat ride.  We ate cheese its, (sunflower?) seeds, peel and eat them. 

We lived through the 1930’s and never wanted for anything.
WWII ended in 1945.  I worked for 2 summers at Lagoon.  (serving Root Beer?)  I was on the clean up gang made 50 cents and hour.  Later 75 cents an hour.

 I saved $200 and got a loan from dad for $200 and bought a 1934 Ford for $400.  A Five Window Coupe.
Sold that car and drove the 1941 Packard (was his father’s, Simon Weiss’ car).
Then bought a 1949 Nash and in 1951 took a trip to New Mexico, Nevada and Arizona (selling??)

Then in 1950 and the Korean War I went into the Navy Reserves—influenced by my cousin Everett McGhie.

In 1952 I moved to Oregon.  Has deferment and was inactive  in reserves.  So had 4 + 2 + 1 year extension, so 7 years total.  Was trained in San Francisco.  Went on cruises.  I was good looking in my uniform.

I was (or was this Max?) baptized for the dead 48 times.
Max was active in the LDS Church until his 2nd year at Yale.  It was not a beneficial change in his life.
Working on a computer in December 1987.
I spent a lifetime in sales.   Professional sales world is the greatest career in the world.  My friends were “Mountain Movers”.

Marilyn worked at the telephone company and we had ice cream on State Street.  I picked her up at 1 a.m. and had 2 dates in 2 days.  I was impacted by “a phenomenon”.  On my way to the 3rd date I was visited by a force that said, “This is the one”.   I was age 20.  Met Marilyn in September.  While on a date in October (it was her Birthday on October 17) we went to Hotel Utah and I slid my ring off and onto her engagement finger.   We were married on January 12th.  I can remember it as clear as looking out of this windshield and seeing the trees and the mountains. 

We were married in the Lion House.  Spent our Hawaii money.  Had no help from our family.   Grandpa (Pieter Carl Ballegooie) said, “You’ve made this choice and I don’t want to hear anything about it if it doesn’t work out.”  I had a special relationship with (Carl Ballegooie).
Christmas 1998 at Weiss Home in Portland, OR.  Grandpa surrounded by Jon, Jenn, and Deborah Weiss
Went hiking with William (Weiss at Beacon Rock in 1996?) and had some water and licorice at the top.  William asked, “Grandpa, can I have some more water and some of those black things?”

Working at Lagoon was OK.   Played at the Fun House.  We had air valves and as girls walked by we made their skirts fly.  We would turn on a power switch and …say things in the microphones.   Also did Dodge ‘Em (cars?) and Barrels.

I was a cherry picker.  At the age of 16 I worked for a Mr. Ford who had a grain field.  At the end of the combine were sacks but there were holes in the sacks.  I worked a full day. (David said something about not being paid and about telling him to keep his money…) I decided then:  “I’m never going to be in a place where I have to use my body more than my head.” 

I started smoking at age 16.  Smoked for 40 years.  At age 56 (1988) I quit.
Time to eat!   April 1979.

My cousin Everett (McGhie?) was 2-3 years older.  We lived between Browning and Roosevelt at 1433 13th East when I was 11 or 12.   Quinn Eldridge was about 3 miles away on 7th East and 27th South.   Quinn came to visit out at Fairmont Park.  There was a store by the fish hatchery.  He didn’t have bus fare back.  We took two nickels and played pinball and won bus fare back to 27th So.

Was baptized when I was 13 and Max was 8 or 9.
Was ordained a deacon and a teacher in the Aaronic Priesthood (Max or David?)

I wore short pants until I was 8.
My first hair cut was at 5.  Max got his hair cut too.

Simon Chase (David's father) was in the US Army during WW1.
He broke down his feet on a forced march during his training.  He was on paid disability his whole life. 

I was active in the BSA troop in SLC but there was a difference between the troop in Centerville and that in SLC.  School was no challenge in Centerville.

--That was the end of the notes from our visit on July 25, 1998--
Tickling Allison Weiss.  March 1978.
I will likely have to edit some of this as I gather more information, but I thought I would share with you what notes I had.  Please share with me any other stories Dave told you and I will add them to this post.  If you have scanned photos that I might include, please send them to cyndyweiss@gmail.com.
Beacon Rock State Park hike during Reunion 1996.  Ben, Jon, Sam, Will, and Joe Weiss with Grandpa David Weiss and his beloved dogs.

B.   1930 in Salt Lake City, second child of Simon and Clairissa Chase Weiss
M.   12 Jan 1951 at age 20 to Marilyn Ballegooie in Salt Lake City, UT
D.    At age 72 on 3-23-03 in Seal Rock, Oregon

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Details about the family life of David S. Weiss are found in the Personal History written by David's younger brother, Max Leslie Weiss, published in 2013.   Here are two excerpts from Chapter 2:  The Weiss/Chase Family...All of me and half of you:

Pages 33-34:  One very memorable trip:  David drove Gordon (McGhie) and me to Yellowstone in his early model coupe.  When David smoked a cigarette in the car as we entered the park, I self-righteously yanked it out of his mouth and tossed it out the window to his fury.  At night we just pulled onto the side of the road and David slept in the car while Gordon and I slept on the ground (freezing).  We awoke to find ourselves in the field next to the Three Sisters hot springs and built a fire to make breakfast.  Soon a ranger was attracted to the smoke and kindly asked in no uncertain terms that we douse the fire and leave--such naivete was common in that time (the 1940's).  Sometimes we would to to SLC on the local train service between SLC and Ogden--the "Bamberger."  We shared the same high school, same church, same Boy Scout troop, and on and on.  

Page 40:  David was a mechanical genius.  He made a go-cart from scratch, powered by an old washing machine motor; he made crystal set radios from scratch which picked up signals from local stations; he had his own developing studio with the walk-in cedar closet being the dark room where he developed negatives he had taken (probably with his own pin-hold camera); etc, etc, etc.  As an adult, when he had a business making corrugated plastic panels, he built an automatic assembly where the raw materials needed were put in one end and the finished panel came out of the oven at the other end!  After high school (David High, 1948) he married a very pretty Salt Lake girl, Marilyn Ballegooie.