CHAPTER 19
The Tracy Family History
My Family

In 1935, an erratic and unstable 35-year-old Austin Alva Tracy
married a 17- year-old Mary Winifred Linton. This was my father and
mother. (The Linton line is rather extensive so it will be covered in a separate
book.) When describing Austin, mother said he was "odd."
He would get up from dinner and walk out the door,
disappearing for three weeks at a time, and then returning wearing the same
clothes, shoes, hat, and same haircut (no long or disheveled hair) as when he
left. He never made any attempt to explain where he had been or why he had left.
No one, including my mother, asked any questions. This will show you the
complexity of the mind of my father.
In the pictures above, Austin stands to the left. Again it is
difficult to see his face. Standing next to him is Oscar, a Wiltsey descendent.
At the end is Beulah. Mother had been frustrated all of her life because she never
could take a good picture, not even a formal portrait. What pictures exist don't
look like her. This is the best we could come up with and I think a good one.
She is 31 years old in this photo.
When they got married, Austin was running cattle out of
Hunter, which was 8 to 9 miles from Saddle Camp. Everyone ran cattle out of
Hunter. All you had to do was brand the cattle and let them free-range. They
would take care of themselves. At the end of the season the cattle would be
gathered, making sure the right ones went to the proper owners. They were sold
to buyers and the caves kept for the next season. Austin ran a herd of 200
cattle.
Once they were married, he then went into the logging
business and ran a "Gypo" outfit out of Quincy. A "Gypo" outfit was a small
independent logging operation.
To this couple was born three sons: Alva Austin, born 24 June
1936 at Red Bluff; Wilbur Linton, born 19 November at Red Bluff; and me the
youngest, James Edward, born 25 March 1940, also at Red Bluff.
Whenever people say they have never heard the name "Alva"
before, we always reply by saying, Thomas (Alva) Edison.
Alva went by the name Al. Wilbur went by the name Wilbur. I
went by the name of Jimmy because that is what everybody called me, and that is
what I assumed my name was. Then, when I was sixteen I found out my name was
James.
For the few years my parents were married they didn't live in
one place very long. All mom recalls is that, "We bounced around a lot."
The most fun place for us kids was Saddle Camp. Granddad
Tracy told us that if we sprinkled salt on the tails of the deer that they would
stop so we could pet them. So we would run around all day chasing deer with salt
shakers. Granddad would allow the does and fawns to come on to the property
because they were safe. But, he would chase off the bucks. They were too
dangerous for us children to be around.
Wilbur was utterly fearless. The deer would walk under the
porch. One day when he was with mom and Granddad a deer walked under the porch.
Will decided to take it for a ride and jumped on its back. It scared the deer
nearly to death. Mom and Granddad would remember this story for the rest of
their lives.
At Hunter one time, Wilbur was with Grandma and out on the
porch. Grandma had given him bread and milk to eat, and she noticed he kept
putting his hand down to feed some thing. So she went out to see what he was
feeding. He was feeding a rattlesnake!
Remarkably, the marriage would last for 5 years. Before I was
born Austin would leave his family, relatives, and friends. A deeply bitter man
he would disappear into the mountains and have little contact with his previous
world for the next 26 years.
Mother was now on her own with three little kids to raise.
Austin would send money for awhile but she would never see him again.
To support herself and growing family, she, horror of all
horrors, took up the job of waitress. In those days this was considered to be
the lowest of all jobs. The family considered that she had dishonored them. She
would be a waitress for the rest of her life making a good living, a very good
living.
She would work in various restaurants around Red Bluff and
during the war years she worked at Richardsons Hot Springs in Chico. Chico was
40 miles from Red Bluff. Of all the waitress jobs she had this would be the most
unusual.
It was a world class resort catering only to the elite of the world. What made
it so popular (Mom said the place was always packed.) was the fact that it was
one of the few respectable resorts in the world that did not discriminate against
Jews.
Before the war, the wealthy Jews from Europe would vacation at Richardsons Hot
Springs. During the war, the Jewish visitors from Europe ceased to exist, but
others poured in from the East Coast.
It was an adult's only resort. The clientele would take two
or three rooms for themselves and three or four rooms for their luggage!
Mom would waitress the Rockerfellers. They took several
tables for dinner and would keep her constantly busy. "Mary would you take this
note over to my wife?" "Mary would you take my reply to my husband?"
The tips were fabulous! (She made $100 a night playing slot
machines.)
Mom lived at the resort 24 hours a day 7 days a week. She put
us up with Maud who had a farm and took care of the county children.
Mother is now 86 years old and still can not understand why
these wealthy people would come from all over the country to a place that was
nowhere, and then sit around and do nothing.
But it allowed the financial rulers of the world the
opportunity to spend a few days getting away from the high-class society that
they lived in. At Richardsons Springs they could all be bums. The Rockerfellers
would come to dinner in baggy clothes and slippers. So did the other clientele.
For awhile they could act like normal people.
A year ago, mother reached up in the cupboard to get a
container of spice and remarked, “He wanted to marry me.”
Before mom moved to Richardsons Springs a man named Ed
Schilling moved into the Red Bluff area. Everyone knows the family. Look at your
spices. They are Schilling. He was from an extremely wealthy family.
He had used his inheritance to go into the cattle business,
with his brother, in Texas. He prospered. Then he went through a bitter divorce
and his brother died. Whenever she discussed the subject, mom always said that
he was deeply affected by his brother’s death. He wanted to get out of Texas.
Really, he wanted to get out of the world. So, he did the next best thing. He
moved to Hunter, where he ran cattle and horses out of Hunter and Cottonwood. He
chose to live a primitive life with no running water or indoor plumbing. The
only thing that stood out in his life style was the fanciest car money could
buy.
When asked how they met mom replied that the place was so
small that everyone knew one another. Schilling courted mom for a number of
years. He even took her and her girlfriend up to Oregon for a two-week vacation.
(It was the fanciest car she ever drove.) He was 20 years older, and even
had a son mother’s age. But, so was Austin, as would be her third husband, Ed
Espinosa.
Money never meant anything to mom. He wanted to marry her but
she did not want to have the world given to her on a silver platter. So she kept
saying "No."
She should have thought of her poor destitute children!
Note: Recently I told the story of my mother and Ed Schilling to
my Aunt Arla.
She replied, "Was he the one who lived out west of Red
Bluff?"
"Yes."
"He had a crush one me. I would not date him."







ANOTHER SNAKE STORY: When Wilbur was little he followed a snake into the
wilderness and was lost for three days. Austin used his best hunting dog,
Trailer, to find him. To this day Wilbur is afraid of snakes.
PS -- So am I!
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