Jospehine Lenore Cougan (Hopkins)

Josephine Lenore Cougan – who always went by Jo – died peacefully on Friday, October 12, 2012 at Virginia Mason hospital from post-surgical complications, after bravely battling cancer for the third time. She was two months shy of her 83^rd birthday.

Jo was born in Seattle, Washington, on December 3, 1929, the third child and second daughter of Walter Edward Hopkins and Evelyn Goodrich, who for some mysterious reason was always called Mary. Jo and her siblings – Eugene (who was variously known as Sonny, Red, Hoppy and Gene), Marilyn, James and Nancy – spent their early years on Vashon Island, until the war came and the family decided to return to the mainland, settling in White Center. Jo attended Highline High School, graduating in 1948.

After high school, the whip-smart, fun-loving Jo took a civil service test, became a secretary for an army general and then worked at Sears. Family lore has it that she became acquainted with and may even have briefly dated young Clint Eastwood, who came up to Seattle from California to work in his father’s factory. During this time of her life, Jo was one of the legendary “rink rats,” whose lives revolved around competitive roller skating. Jo may even have been planning a comeback: both her roller skates and her tap dancing shoes were always kept in her shoe closet.

In 1952, Jo was introduced to career Coast Guard man Harry James Cougan by her brother Hoppy. After a brief courtship, they got married and spent the ensuing years traveling and living across the US – from Ketchikan, Alaska to Westbrook, Maine, and from Chicago, Illinois to Memphis, Tennessee. After Jo and Harry divorced in 1969, Jo decided to return to White Center with her two sons. In addition to raising them, Jo always worked full-time: when she wasn’t waitressing at the Epicure, a legendary White Center restaurant, she was working as a bookkeeper for several local businesses.

As everyone who has ever known Jo would agree, she was a scrappy, feisty, joyful troublemaker who made and stayed friends with everyone who ever had the luck to cross her path. She was funny and friendly and immensely talented in the arts, crafts and homemaking department. An accomplished quilter, knitter, baker (the world will miss her legendary pies, cakes and cookies) and puzzle assembler, Jo was also an avid reader and a diehard Mariner fan who made annual spring training trips to Arizona until the end of her life. In fact, she was a huge fan of all things baseball and probably never missed a single game that aired on television. Somewhere along the way, she found the time for a hot air balloon ascent. With her incisive but never mean-spirited wit, Jo was every cousin’s favorite aunt. She had compassion for others, accepted the world as it was and made the best of everything. When life threw her lemons, not only did she make lemonade, she made the best damn lemonade and she shared it with everyone. After retiring from her last job, as a stocker at Target, she volunteered at the Museum of Flight and was the go-to person for all her friends: she took them shopping, picked up their prescriptions, drove them to the doctor, visited them in the hospital, wrote letters and sent cards. In the electronic age, Jo still loved writing and receiving handwritten letters, carrying on a lively correspondence not only with her grandchildren but also with the friends she made everywhere she went. But in her typical can-do way, in the last year of her life Jo also learned the ways of the web: she mastered the iPad, learned to check out library books online and even joined Facebook.

Jo is survived by her sister Nancy, her sons Robert Bruce (Patty) and Walter Scot (Peggy), her grandchildren Melissa (Charlie), Kelsey (Brian), Peter (Rachel),Allison (Ian) and Catherine, and her great-grandchildren Eli and Abby—not to mention her many well-loved nieces, nephews, great nieces and nephews and their children.

A celebration of Jo’s life will be held October 26, 2012 at The Cove in Normandy Park beginning at 4:00 pm.  In lieu of flowers, donations to the King County Library system would be appreciated.

Robert John Potts

April 11, 1958 – December 14, 2008

Born to Robert and Nancy Potts on April 11, 1958, Rob passed away too young on Sunday, December 14, 2008 due to complications of a life well celebrated. With athletic skills inherited from both parents, Rob enjoyed – or was forced into – teaching his twin sisters the fundamentals of laying down a perfect bunt and how to make an open field tackle. Rob was an all-star in baseball, basketball and a wrestling letterman. After graduating from White Center’s Evergreen High School in 1976, he became a licensed meat cutter working at Lucky Foods, Big Bear and QFC. Rob was a passionate fan of all sports, lived and died at the hand of the Chicago Cubs, and developed into a competition-level golfer. His collection of sports memorabilia was unrivaled. But nothing compared to the love he had for his children, Robert John and Amy Nicole who live in Kirkland with their mother, Brenda Potts.

Rob leaves behind his mother, Nancy Potts of Seattle, who did a masterful job of care giving these past few months. He is survived by his sisters, Kathleen Langloss of Kittitas, Washington, and Karen Nicholson of Milton, several aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. A special thanks to our Auntie Jo Cougan for her love and support.

Although Rob had his struggles in life, he always maintained his sense of humor and quick wit. There will be a gathering for friends and family following the holidays.

War Years

Even though there was a war on our daily lives were uneventful. There was no television (it wasn't invented yet for household use) so we kept abreast of the news via radio and newspapers. When you attended the movies, newsreels were featured on all the current events. Progress of the war were headlines everywhere as most families had loved ones in the fray....sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, husbands and boyfriends. Few were exempt of worry. During the newsreels, if some particularly successful attack against the Germans or the Japanese was shown the whole theater would cheer, whistle and applaud.

The radio also served as our entertainment. Many an evening was spent gathered around the radio to listen to the comedians, variety shows, theater and kids shows. A lot of the appliances you enjoy in your households today were not yet available or even thought of....maybe in Buck Rogers comic books....or some other futuristic works of fiction. We weren't exactly taking our laundry down to the river and pounding our clothes on the rocks or making our own soap, none the less, keeping house in those days involved a little more manual labor than today's tasks.

On wash day, Mom would wheel the washing machine our of the utility room into the kitchen. The machine had to be by the sink as it was filled manually with the hose. The machine had an agitator that was electrically driven to clean the clothes. It also had wringers that you fed the clothes through to squeeze out the excess water. If you were careless feeding clothes through the wringer you could get your arm caught up. The clothes were rinsed in the kitchen sink and run through the wringers again. Wet clothes went into a basket and taken out to the clothes line in the yard where they were hung to dry. Prior to this, dirty clothes were gathered and sorted on the kitchen floor..whites were washed first, then towels, a load of colored stuff and last was the grungy work clothes. It really amounted to a full day task...by the time you did the wash, hung it out, drained and put the machine away, brought in the dried clothes from the line and put them away. Wash and wear was not in the cards yet so there was a lot of ironing to be done after the wash.

Vacuum cleaners were available but we certainly did not have the luxury of owning one. Cleaning the house was strictly dust rag, broom and mop.

Weapon of Choice

God love her, but there is a good reason that you cannot find a decent 1964 Plymouth Valiant anywhere in Western Washington. Granny Harris's weapon of choice was the 64 Valiant and perhaps if we all put our collective heads together we could arrive at the number of these wonderful cars that met their match with Granny at the wheel.

Peggy and I were down in the Lost Coast area of California over Thanksgiving weekend. We were with friends who live just out of Petrolia. We went to another friends house to visit, and lo and behold sitting in the driveway was a glorious vehicle that brought back a flood of memories of my dear departed, boogie woogie playin', Grandmother.

Vashon

After our nomadic treks through various locations in the West Seattle and Burien area we moved over to Vashon Island. I believe I must have been about five or six at the time so it must have been in the early 30’s. A move from the main land was no easy task. By this time my parents had five children and our only means of transportation was a bicycle. From various stories I heard over the years my Dad would take turns giving us all a ride on the bike in stages till we all got to our destination. If you are familiar with the long graded hill on the road leaving the ferry to the center of Vashon you would consider this a Herculean task. I have since wondered if this story falls into the category of other old saws we’ve all heard on how “I walked five miles to school everyday barefooted through snow””. However, my Dad was a hard worker and a very dedicated man, so if that’s what it took to get the job done, that’s what he would do… and he never complained.

Both my parents had a pretty good sense of humor. There is one story that is remembered and often repeated when talking about “the good old days”, much to my chagrin.

I’m not sure what the occasion was…be it birthday, anniversary or a gesture of peace…at any rate my Dad bought Mom this beautiful, chic, green knit dress…quite a classic style; coat style and belted. When Mom opened the gift she was less than pleased with the selection and refused to wear the dress. Dad tried everything to get her to at least try on the dress but she stubbornly refused. After weeks of this exchange with no success, one morning my Dad appeared at the breakfast table “all decked out” in the green dress. My Mom’s jaw dropped and Dad proclaimed “someone’s gotta wear the #$@! thing….if you won’t, I will”. We all got a good laugh out of that. My Dad was 6 feet tall and only about 160 lbs so he in that dress was not a pretty site.

Our move to Vashon had to have been in the summer months because we settled in a little one room shack with a screened in porch down on Ellesport. We were right on the beach practically so we enjoyed swimming, clam digging, fishing and berries. Our stay there was a temporary thing and we moved to a larger home on Dillworth Point. There were also three cabins with the property plus an ample beach. The house still looks the same when we went to the island last year. Maybe next time we go I’ll try to get a picture for these pages. My Dad and Mom were always kicking themselves that they never bought the place as the going price was around $800.00. However that was a lot of money in those days and as my mother used to say "we really didn’t have a pot to #### in or a window to throw it out of".

Dillworth Point was a lot of fun. I think we all learned how to swim while living there. In the summer we had a lot of kids to play with as the posher homes on the beach were owned by “summer people”. They had winter homes elsewhere and only came over on weekends or for the summer. We would be on the beach all day and my Mom would summons us home with blasts from a police whistle. I don’t recall anyone watching over us other than my big brother. It is a wonder we didn’t all drown.

When school started, Marilyn, Sonny and I would walk to Vashon Grade School. I’m not sure of the distance but it took a while. I was in kindergarten, Marilyn first grade and Sonny in third. Nancy and Jim were quite little and stayed at home. By this time my Dad had started working with the W.P.A. This was an acronym for the Works Progress Administration. During the depression President Roosevelt developed this program to offset the staggering number of unemployed men. It offered a job and sustenance to many while accomplishing a lot of public improvements. They built bridges, roads, play fields, etc. For instance White Center Field House is an example of their efforts. There was also the CCC camps … Civilian Conservation Corp … which I believe was for forestry projects. These two organizations were a boon for many in those days. During that era we had our soup kitchens and hobo camps and many were migrating hither and yon looking for a better economic climate.

While at Dillworth we had a small garden in back plus a bunch of chickens for dinner, but we kids didn’t really savor it as we might have. It was our chore to feed the chickens, gather the eggs, etc. As a result you became on a first name basis with the chickens so it was a little distressing to eat one of them. The goat was another matter. I’m not clear as to how we acquired the goat. As I understand it, it was a source of milk but the goat wasn’t too eager to part with her milk. Milking the beast was a constant challenge for Dad and he actually hung the goat by its collar on a hook in the garage. The goat survived and was a little more cooperative during future milking.

At Christmas time we had a heavily wooded area behind the house. My Dad would take us on a hike through those woods to select and cut down our own tree. It always smelled so nice we got it in the house. Our Christmas’s weren’t so extravagant but our stockings were always full of candy, fruit and nuts.

My Mom has passed away now so I can say this without hurting her feelings. She was my Mom, but she wasn’t very good at it. I loved her dearly and she had many attributes but maternal instincts were not one of her string suits. When she and Dad married she was only sixteen and had five children by the time she was twenty one. She never had a chance to be a child herself. My Dad doted on her…she was the baby with four older sisters when she was growing up…so she was kind of spoiled. When you got up in the morning it was Dad who got the fire started, oatmeal mush on the stove, etc. When you were sick it was Dad who sat up with you. He also made a mean clam chowder and black berry cobbler. My Mom was a good cook as well, but it wasn’t her favorite thing to do. She was quick witted and a talented honky-tonk piano player. With five small children and the hard times my parents went through I can only admire them for their survival instincts. At one time my Mom had a nervous breakdown. Helping relatives would take some of us in till she got better.

Upon moving to the island we were in closer contact with Dad’s step brothers, cousins and other shirt-tail relatives, the Larson’s, Ward’s and Soike’s. I am not sure how long we lived on Dillworth Point but from there we moved to Lisabulla. At one time this abode had been a chicken house and all the windows were at shoe level up to your waist. You had to get down on your hands and knees to look out the window. We only lived there a short while and moved into a house offered to us by Uncle Irv and Aunt Elsie Larson. It was on the main drag (Cove Road??) and within walking distance to the grade school. I guess you could say where ever we lived on Vashon was within walking distance to school, because we always walked to school. The last place we lived in was what we lovingly refer to as the “Brown Shack”.

We kids were busy in the summer when the crops on Vashon were ready for harvest. School term ended early in May so there would be more pickers available for strawberries. Our family would pick all day and Dad would cash in our tickets at days end and buy groceries. We became quite adept at picking berries, peaches, cherries, beans…you name it.

My Mom worked as a waitress at the restaurant in Vashon called the Alibi. A few doors down was the theater and we would get to go to the matinee and watch the “shoot’em ups”. As a special treat we would go into the Alibi and buy a “Hot Cha”. This was a small bag with mystery goodies in it…penny candy, gum and other choice morsels. My parents social life consisted of dances held on Saturday nights in Burton and the usual family gatherings. On Sundays we would go for a “Sunday Drive” and stop for ice cream and it was to die for.

As usual we had outdoor plumping. Bathing was accomplished by heating water on the stove, filling the wash tub and climbing in. This was simplified in the summer as we could put the tub in the yard.

We lived on Vashon until the early 40’s. When WWII started Dad got a war job at the shipyards and was commuting to Harbor Island daily on the ferry. This got to be tiresome and a long day for Dad so it was decided to move to Seattle. By this time my big brother had turned sixteen and left home. He was living in Seattle already and working with Uncle Cliff at the chocolate factory. Mom had applied for seaman’s papers and was working as a waitress on the ferry boat.

Sadly after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor many of our Japanese citizens were looked upon with suspicion. As a precautionary measure the Japanese were rounded up and put in camps. Many of our friends and farm owners on Vashon were rounded up. Most were never able to regain their farms and businesses.

Moving to Seattle was quite wrenching as we had lived on Vashon long enough to have made many friends we had to leave behind. Also the pace of rural existence contrasted greatly to “the big city life” of Seattle. We found rental housing in White Center Heights where we lived until the 50’s. This housing was hastily built during the war years to accommodate the many families that were re-locating to Seattle to work at Boeing, the shipyards and the other industries supporting the war effort. Seattle expanded its population during this period with “war workers” and the armed forces. We had army personnel at Fort Lewis and Fort Lawton, Navy bases and Coast Guard.

Our house boasted of three bedrooms, bathroom (indoor plumbing!), living room, dining area, kitchen and utility room. Mom and Dad had one bedroom; we girls shared a bedroom while little brother Jim had a bedroom all to himself. By this time my big brother was in the Navy and serving in the Pacific. When he came home on leave after his boot camp training, the couch was the designated sleeping area for him

Goodrich Side

I have been unable to find a formal portrait of my mother’s family. The earliest photo I could locate is from 1901, prior to my mother’s birth and is shown above. The other picture is the girls all grown up.


Left to right is Edna, Lula, Grandfather Goodrich and on the horse (Jack) is Myrtle. To the far right are Grandmother Goodrich and Nora. There is a great age disparity between my mother and her four sisters. While growing up she felt like she had four additional mothers. She felt closest to Edna and used to think she was her mother.

As I have mentioned before, I regret not having quizzed my parents more about their upbringing. However over the years you do get bits and pieces that can be put together. How factual they are is anyone’s guess. From what I gather Mother’s father was a confectioner and owned his own popcorn stand. Besides not supporting his family too well he also had a bad temper. The older sisters persuaded their mother to leave the marriage when my mother was around ten. Edna the oldest went to work in a laundry to help support the family. My mother said Edna was close to her mother and had lots of patience and was very kind.


My mother met my father when she was 15 years old while visiting Edna and her husband Norman. They were married in 1924 when my mother was only 16. It was a simple ceremony by the Justice of the Peace. They had to borrow the $5.00 to pay the preacher.



Grandmother Goodrich died when my mother was 18. She is buried in Forest Lawn Cemetery in West Seattle. I visited their office and was given the attached map of the cemetery with grave locations. The stone markings the grave is very old and has deteriorated but I am pretty sure I located her grave based on the map.

Growing up we saw much of my Mother’s sisters and their families. Probably the most frequent visitor was Aunt Edna and Uncle Norman as they lived in Des Moines. Aunt Nora and her family lived in Bremerton and Lula and Myrtle lived down in Long Beach and Roseburg. Both Myrtle and Lula were teachers and eventually Lula was Supt of Schools. Their husbands Henry and Martin were in the logging industry. The area around Myrtle and Henry’s house was ideal for hunting and fishing. In later years my older sister Marilyn and her husband Don and their children would go down and visit, and bag a deer if they were lucky. The sturgeon caught in the Columbia would be an added bonus. We would also visit Lula and Martin at Long Beach and enjoy a feast of razor clams as they were easy digging in those days. Pickings are pretty lean now and days that are open for clam digging are highly regulated.


Three guess as to which sister was the wild one!

Aunt Nora and her husband Evan lived in Bremerton. I believe Nora was a stay at home mother and Evan was the Postmaster. As a widow late in life, Nora began a career as an artist and had a one-woman show in Bremerton where her work was highly praised. My sister Marilyn and my mother attended the show and I was lucky enough to acquire one of her paintings. On several occasions my sister Marilyn and I would drive Mother over to Bremerton so the sisters could “do brunch”

Hopkins Side

I’ve tried to record our family tree in some sort of format that isn’t to confusing….probably with little success.

First of all there is a formal family portrait of my Grandfather Frank Hopkins. He is seated in front row left looking quite natty with a handlebar mustache. Seated in the middle is my father’s brother Clifford and next to him is my father in knickers and his hair is neatly combed. The three girls in the back row are his sisters. Esther stands in the middle and the other two sisters, Mabel and Ida died in 1923 and 1930, respectively. If you refer to the family chart you will see that Ida was three years older than Mabel. It is anyone’s guess, as to which sister is which. I am guessing the girl on the left with the bow in her hair appears to be younger and therefore I am guessing Mabel. Ida died before I was born and Mabel died when I was less than a year old, I have no memories of them. Uncle Clifford and Aunt Ester and Grandfather were more familiar and had impact on our lives.

Referring again to the family chart you will note that my father’s mother, Anna passed away in 1906 in giving birth to my father. His second marriage was brief, ending in divorce and was later married a third time. We are of the opinion that this photo was taken after the family migrated to Vashon Island from Minnesota.

I have only vague memories of Grandpa Hopkins. If we visited him often I have no recollection. He lived in a large white house on Vashon, two stories high on a sizable piece of property. As to his trade, I am not sure how he made his living…. possibly farming. In looking at the family portrait he appears somewhat prosperous….maybe a little on the stern side.

Walter’s older brother, Clifford was always a welcome visitor. He was employed at some level at the Washington Chocolate Factory in Seattle. Whenever he called on us he always brought a large slab of chocolate from the factory. When I say a large piece….it was about two feet long, a foot wide and two inches thick!!! If we kids had it our way we would have sat down and eaten it in one sitting, but Dad always rationed it out. He would put it on the kitchen counter; hack off uneven chunks with a large butcher knife and we would all get a piece. It took a while for the selection process as we all wanted to get the largest piece. Then Dad would put it away until the next offering. We never did figure out where dad hid it in the interim. In later years oldest brother Eugene worked at the chocolate factory and made pretty good money, one of his first jobs after he left home.

Walter’s older sister, Esther and her husband Harry were frequent visitors often coming over on Saturday night for drinks and to play cards. Aunt Esther never had children and was not a really warm and fuzzy Aunt. I am not sure she even knew how to cope with children so she came off as somewhat aloof. She and Uncle Harry had a grand house in the Wallingford District. At one time we lived with them during hard times. Marilyn lived with them for a little while when mother had trouble coping with all of us.

My Grandfather died and was buried on Vashon Island. Our family has a plot where he, his sisters Mabel and Ida, Ida son Vernon and my father are buried. We get out to Vashon frequently to visit the graves and drive around the island visiting the old homesteads. Over the years little has changed from the days we lived there.