A
Huyck Genealogy ...
My
father, Earl Huyck, was born in Lompoc in 1907. My Mom, Margaret
Dutra, in Santa Ynez in 1917. Jessie Ann Forbes Huyck, married
to Frank Huyck, were my father's parents. They built and lived
in the house Daddy was born in; and later he and Mom lived there
when Dad retired. The house was built with the help of my Great-grandfather,
John Forbes. The ceiling lamps in the house came from the old
Sudden Ranch.
When
the Buffalo Ran Freely...
My
Grandfather Frank Huyck was the first (any maybe only ever ever)
Maxwell Car Dealer in Lompoc in the 1920s. My Great Grandfather,
John Forbes, was Santa Barbara County's Weights and Measures
man. He traveled from Lompoc to Las Cruses (I can't spell it!)..
It took him a few weeks in his buggy, pulled by his horse. From
Las Cruses, he traveled to Buellton, then to Santa Ynez, and
to Ballard, then on to Los Olivos. However, it all took a few
weeks. The trip alone from Santa Ynez to Los Olivos, was a two
day journey. That's when the mustard grew higher than a 6 foot
tall man, and the buffalo ran freely.
In
Los Olivos, he watched the trains come into the station by Mattei's
Tavern. Then, he and Buddy, his horse, headed off to Los Alamos,
a trip which took him over three days, depending on the terrain
and weather conditions. He had to condemn some scales.. approve
others .. adjust some.. and so it went.
He
does write a little about Juaquin Murietta when he traveled
through Lompoc.
Five
Generations of Huycks...
I
know I write a lot, a love -- you ought to hear me talk -- it
gets worse!
To date, looks like about 5 generations of Huyck's on my Dad's
side of the Huyck's have been born in Lompoc. Mom worked in
the kitchen at Lompoc Hospital for about 27 years.
Wow!
This is fun, remembering all these things.. I just hope you
can decipher everything along the way and weed out the errors!!!
Cattle
on Central Avenue...
Goodness,
I went to Artesia School, along with my sisters Sharon, Carolyn
and Bev, and my brother Larry. I recall those were the days
they herded the cattle right down Central Avenue. The cattle
would come into the school yard (wanted to join the "moo-sic"
class maybe!)
The
First Rocket...
Then,
the sounds so often of the sound barrier being broken -- and
the first rocket taking off and it scared the pee-waddins out
of me!
