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The Pavlovich Reunion

Saturday, March 1st, 1997

at the Elks Park in Bisbee, Arizona



The idea for this book was to share some

memories of our family growing up in

Los Angeles and Bisbee.

It was to encompass not only the good times

but also the hard times.

I hope that it brings joy to the reader

and a sense of accomplishment

for our family.



The relating of stories in this book,

have been retold to the best of that person's memory.

The "put'er together of this book" (Stella {Pavlovich} Hallsted)

is not responsible for

memories that may be a little fuzzy.

If you remember the "story" a little different

from the teller

you will just have to chalk it up

to the march of time.



Steve for his computer help

Jim and Mike...my proof readers

Vince Fauland for the "Front Cover"

Ann "Laurie" (Adcock) Corsey for sharing what she had collected

To Nick, Louie, Leo, Lucy, Helen, Barry, Winnie, Lou, and Bev for sharing your stories and pictures


 Basic Facts about Dad and Mom 

Dad, Louis Paul Pavlovich, was born on July 26, 1895, in Yugoslavia, in a village called Ragatich (? on spelling). His house was not far from where Tony Pavlovich was born. The village was near the town of Dubrovnick. Dad's father and mother were Paul Pavlovich and Anna Obradovich.

Dad came to the United States in 1905 and lived in Los Angeles and Bisbee. He worked in these resturants in L.A., Golden West Cafe and 5th Street Cafe in L. A. In Bisbee there was the Martin Cafe (1924), Goodfellows Cafe (Brewerey Gulch - 1930), The White House Cafe (1928), and the Grand Cafe (Lowell- 1938). Dad became a U. S. Citizen on May 23, 1927 at the age of 42. According to the records he was 5 feet 9 inches tall, had hazel eyes, and brown hair.

Mom, Nellie Miletich, was born on March 12, 1893, in the small town of Shupa, about five miles from Dubrovnik. Her mother and father were Nick Miletich and Lucy Sambrailo. She came to the United States in 1910.

Dad and Mom were married on November 26, 1911, at St. Anthony Catholic Church on Grand Ave. and Alpine in Los Angeles. The priest was Rev. Manuel Goncalez Labrador and their attendants were Stane Vusich, Mom's sister, and A.M. Kristovich. Dad was 26 years old and Mom was 18 years old.

The first home they lived in was at 447 Gladys Ave in L.A. They lived there until May 5, 1919. In Bisbee they lived at 132 B Opera Drive.

Mom became a U. S. Citizen November 19, 1935. The records said she was 5 feet 5 inches tall, brown eyes and gray hair. She was 42 years old.

Dad died on March 31, 1942, he was 56 years old. Mom died on October 20, 1973, she was 80 years old.

They had 8 children : from oldest to youngest...

 Memories about Dad 

From Lucy.....

Dad worked 365 days a year but on occasion, when not feeling well, he stayed home and made coconut cream pies for us. Oh they were good, I can still hear mama saying "Louie, Louie you're using too much milk."

When dad worked at the Good Fellows Cafe on Brewery Gulch, Paul would go down in the morning and bring back hot cakes that dad made for us. With the pancakes came my lunch. I was in Horace Mann then, he packed me a lunch just like he packed for the miners a huge thick ham sandwich, and a quarter of a raisin pie.

When dad was the chef at the White House Cafe in Lowell, I would go with Anna so she could type up the menu's. Dad would give us ice cream.

Dad's favorite dirty story:

From Stella.....

The story I heard about Dad's snoring was that he had the loudest snore in town. Mom said that the neighbors next door to them, in L.A., moved their bedroom to the other side of their house because our Dad's snoring kept them awake. Barry and Louie both said the one thing they remember most about their "Grand Dad" was his snoring. They said it scared them it was so loud.


From Stella & Helen....

I always understood the story of Dad's loosing his teeth happened when he made a trip to the dentist and said, "Pull them all out." He then came home and took a swig of whiskey anytime he had some pain. He never did get false teeth but I understand he could even bite into an apple with his gums. When I told this story to Helen, she said she never remembered Dad going to a dentist, but she does remember his standing over the sink and pulling his own teeth out with pliers. That is what you would call one tough "dude."


From Louie....

Dad worked during the depression. He worked seven days a week, went to work in the dark, usually came home in the dark. The only time he got off was when he was too sick to work.


From Nick....

The White House and the Grand Cafe were in Lowell and I believe they operated as partners. We used to be proud as hell, after a months work when dad brought home $100.00 First thing Mom did was send someone down to Benderack's store and pay off our bill. Kuma always ended up giving a sack full of groceries for being such good customers.

Dad, "big Louie" as he was known by his many friends operated cafes in Bisbee. My earliest recollection were of the Martin Cafe and the Good Fellow Cafe on Brewery Gulch. From the Goodfellows, I, as a youngster would sometimes be asked to deliver Bisbee Jail inmates breakfast. The breakfasts usually consisted of a paper box full of pancakes and coffee.

From Brewery Gulch, Dad, along with three others moved to the Grand Cafe in the Lowell area. In the late 30's, maybe 1936 or 1937, I washed dishes at the Grand. When you were day shift you worked form 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. Everyone worked 12 hour shifts. You would normally get off at the end of your shift unless your relief failed to show. Then you worked until the rush was over. It was not unusual to work from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m.

One time dad let me eat a big bowl of strawberry Jello which resulted in a rash the next day. He thought it best that I lay off a couple of days to let the rash clear up. I took three days off and when I went back to work Dad had not only done the cooking but also the dish washing. I felt bad when I found that out, as I could have gone back in two days.


Taken from Burnett's Space, Bisbee Spirit,  Feb. 14, 1984...

his column was talking about eating at a restaurant in Lowell.....

"I remember a tireless waitress only known as Mary. She could carry more plates of food than any person I ever saw.....The cooking was done by a huge man with a huge black mustache. He had a big meat cutters' block where he cut his own steaks, chops, etc. and cooked same to order. I never ceased to marvel at the way that man could turn out orders of fried eggs, bacon, ham, steaks and flapjacks, and he seemed to do it so easily."


From Winnie Pavlovich.....

Anna told me that she learned to make pies by sitting on a stool in the resturants and watching her Dad. Anna really loved her dad as she used to talk about him a lot.

Grandma Pavlovich told me two stories about her husband that I can remember. Once he had his wallet stolen from him and he said he knew for sure who had done it. Mom wanted to know why he didn't get the money back. Dad's reply was simply, "He needed it more than I did."

The other story concerned that chopping block. There was an African-American man who would come to the restaurant to eat. Back in those days feeding a black person in a restaurant was a no-no. But Dad would put a table cloth on the chopping block and lay out a full meal for the man.

 Memories about Mom 

From Leo....

I do recall one incident that involved both mom and dad. One evening when we lived on Opera Drive, mom got a little upset because dad had not come home on time. She was primarily upset because it was payday. Anyway, she figured he had stopped at one of the bars on Brewery Gulch and was gambling. Well now you will recall that mom was 5'2" tall and weighed about 135 lbs. Dad on the other hand was 6'1" and weighed about 300 lbs. But like the old saying goes, dynamite comes in small packages. Well mom took off for the Gulch to find dad. She walked into one of the bars and saw the broad back of a gentleman sitting at a poker table. She assumed it was dad and walked up behind him and grabbed him by the nape of the neck and jerked him up out of the chair, only to find out it was a total stranger. She came home and told us about it but also swore us to secrecy. It turned out that dad had to work late that night and had missed the bus.


From Donna (Proctor) Adcock....

Grandma told me that the first time she saw a black person was in LA.. Until then she didn't know people came in different colors. Her brother had hired a black man to work for him and brought him home after work for a glass of wine. This was a custom, a worker was brought home to share a glass of wine. Grandma and her sister were very upset. They thought he had some disease and had turned black because of it. They even hid the glass he drank out of so they wouldn't catch it. Her brother thought they were total idiots but they didn't care.

Grandma rode her first plane in the 1960's. After several attempts to get the courage up, she finally flew to L. A. to visit Anna and Stella. (Mom 's biggest concern about flying was if the pilot's time would come for him to die, she didn't want to be in the plane he was piloting. Stella) Grandma was so thrilled that the flight didn't take long that she flew a lot after that. In her lifetime she went from horses to jets. She was very amazed by it all.


From Stella.....

(Years ago I asked Mom to write down some of the things she remembered about growing up in Yugoslavia and this is what she wrote for me.)

"About Yugoslavia.....When I was born it was called Austria. There were 6 children, 1 boy and 5 girls. People were poor but honest. They worked hard in the fields raising vegetables and planting trees for fruit. They butchered cows or sheep or pigs for meat. We used what we needed and the rest went to the market to sell. Women carried baskets on their heads or they would have a horse or burro to do it.

"Our little town Dubrovnik was built with an ocean on one side and the mountains on the other. Ocean ships from all over the world came to Dubrovnik, as well as lots of tourists. In Dubrovnik there was just one Hospital. It didn't matter if you were poor because the care was free. Every morning three doctors came to see all the sick people and everyone had good care.

"Every one in the Village was Catholic and on Sunday everyone went to Church and in the month of May it was rosary every evening. We all went to pray. Taxes were very cheap. Our King was in Vienna, Austria, and he was called Franc Josef Harsburg. There was real peace and everyone was friendly. I came to the United States in 1910, married in 1911 in Los Angeles and moved to Arizona in 1919 on 5th of May.

"As a child we used to play house and we used a flat rock for a table and made the cups out of clay for our dishes. Then we played a game called Kalo. In Kalo we would join hands and skip around in a circle similar to ring around the rosy. We played jacks but we didn't have jacks or balls, we used rocks. Our dolls which we called "baby" were old rags tied in the center to make a head.

"I came over on the ship named the Martha Washington. It was a smooth trip except for six days when the fog was so thick that the fog horn blew constantly."

She remembers sitting down to eat and seeing all the forks and spoons and wondering what you did with all of them. The nicest part was that the musicians would come to your table and play just for you. She lived like the "rich" for twenty-eight days.

Leo Miletich, her brother, had paid for her way. He also made arrangements for an agent to meet her in New York and take her to a hotel. The hotel had gas lights, the elderly lady that was rooming with her did not realize what the gas lights were and blew it out at bed time. Mom said, "The gas smell was very bad. The lady's son came to our rescue."

Mom was very disappointed in her first glimpse of the United States. Back in Yugoslavia everyone had heard such wonderful stories about this country and she knew that even the streets were paved with gold. You can imagine the shock when she got off the boat and Ellis Island to find muddy streets, noise, and crowds.

Her trip by train to California was a cultural shock. The first time she saw a person chewing gum she thought that something was wrong with them because they kept moving their mouth up and down. She was four days late arriving in L.A. and I guess her family had given up hope of ever seeing her. When there was no one to pick her up, she showed a man with a horse and buggy the address and he took her there. The address was 711 Buena Vista which is now known as Broadway. It was my understanding that there was a joyful reunion.

Mom said the main reason any woman was brought over from the "Old Country" was to get married. So the process was started. She started turning down proposals and her family threatened to send her back to Yugoslavia if she didn't say yes pretty soon. I used to tease her that she must have been quite a looker to have so many suitors. Her reply was, "You could have been blind with only one arm and you could have had your choice of husbands." Eventually she was told Louis Pavlovich had offered to marry her and she said, "He didn't look too bad," so Mom said "Yes."

Mom only got to go to school for three years and she loved every day of it. She was the youngest of the daughters and her chief duties were outside, chasing the cows or sheep, working outdoors which she loved. She was chased out of the house while the older girls did the house work, cooked and sewed. This proved a bit of a problem was she was first married. Dad would come home from work and the only thing (I understand) that he wanted, was a meal cooked for him. Mom would come up to him and ask, "Is it done yet?" He would check it, then she would ask again, "Is it done yet?" I guess after a couple of days Dad caught on that she didn't know how to cook. I don't know if he helped her learn or she started to pick it up on her own. As I remember she did a good job and I enjoyed everything she fixed (except tripe) and if you didn't like what she cooked, the solution was simple, "Go on down to the Copper Queen and buy your dinner."

Some of the things that amazed me about Mom was that she was tough. I heard about hard times, when her engagement ring spent more time in the hock shop that on her finger. It was tough raising a large family, and when illness hit it was especially hard. There are stories of being stuck in the house for weeks because of a quarantine for mumps or measles. She had to fight every illness then from polio to scarlet fever.

She lost two pregnancies to miscarriages but carried eight babies to full term. When she was expecting Louie the doctor told her she better leave the house because she would lose the baby. Mom told the doctor, "This baby will throw rocks at you one day."

She was 43 when I was born. She had just come up from the Whittig's house from eating watermelon when she told Dad to call the doctor the baby was coming. By time he called and the doctor made it to the house I was already 15 minutes old.

Mom taught herself to read and write English from reading the newspaper. She never used much in the line of punctuation but she could sound words out better than I could. When she would go out with her "buddies" she would be the only one who could sign the books because she could write English. Helen said that her and Mrs. Fauland studied so hard for the citizenship. They worked every day on it and she passed with flying colors.

In 1961 Mom was nominated for the Pima County Bar Association's Naturalized American Award. She was honored because all four sons served in Armed Forced during W.W.II and the Korean Conflict.

Life became a little easier for her when we moved to Howell Avenue and she had a yard to take care of and could grow flowers. She liked working outside and was always out front to talk to everyone who walked by on their way to town. The front porch was a regular "town meeting" place. The gossip did fly and for a young impressionable girl like me it was an education in small town life.

Mom took on City Hall once that I remember. Our wall, that fronted the parking lot, started to fall apart. She marched down to the City Hall and demanded that they fix it since the cars were the ones destroying it. They told her it was her wall so she had to fix it. But by time the meeting ended and her speech was over, the City did come to repair the wall. She also got speedy service from the City any time she did call down after that, I don't think they wanted her to attend any more meetings.

Mom really had no sense of humor. She believed everything she was told, even when Lucy said, "Since Leo was a policeman for the Air Force he would have to stay up in the air and conduct traffic." Mom got worried about Leo being up there. But Mom did have one favorite joke,

These two mice were walking along a field and all of a sudden a cat sprung out at them. The one mouse turned around at the cat and starting barking, "ARF, ARF, ARF!" The Cat got so scared thinking a dog was near by that he ran off. The mouse looked at her companion and said, "It pays sometimes to know a second language."
 Memories of Anna  

From Lucy...

I don't have too many memories of Anna growing up in Bisbee but I do remember her crying that she didn't want to go back to school because kids picked on her. I think she went to St. Pat's. I remember missing her a lot when she would leave Bisbee and go to Los Angeles during the summer to visit cousins. I guess she was fifteen or sixteen then. Uncle Leo Miletich sent her to Woodberrys Business college when we were in L. A.


From Winnie.....

Ann loved to sing and play the piano. (I understand that she could pick out a tune just by listening to it. Stella) I guess in her younger days she also was an avid reader but after TV. the reading stopped. Anna also loved to go dancing at the Yugoslavian Hall and all the picnics that they gave there.

She loved making pies for her boys. She made all kinds of pies with the fruit she had in the yard.

Anna and her Mom wrote to each other every week even if it was just a couple of line.

Barry only remembers going to Bisbee for Stella and Jims' wedding with Stella Vushich. Aunt Stella would have to stop frequently on the way to have her lemon and hot water.

Barry and I visited Bisbee on Thanksgiving with Tony and Anna. We had two children then, Ann and Mike. I met all the relatives but mostly I remember it being very cold and snow on the ground.

Tony and Anna visited Yugoslavia two times, once for three months that included some of Europe. Most of the visit was with Tony's relatives but Anna liked the sight seeing, especially the museums.

Anna loved all of her grandchildren and enjoyed them all.

 Memories of Paul 

From Leo....

I have heard stories about the three older brothers. It seems that Paul was a smoker early in life. Like most everyone in Bisbee at that time, he could not afford to buy cigarettes so he sent Nick and Lou down to the Copper Queen Hotel to pick up stogies for him. He figured that is where the people with money stayed, so they would be smoking the good stuff.


From Stella....

In a "time-line sheet" I have in 1938, Paul was listed as a clerk at the Safeway Pay'n Takit and in 1940, he was a mucker for the Phelps Dodge. In 1942 he was listed as being in the Army. In 1946, Paul is listed as a Fireman. I remember if being out at the Fort, which was deserted at that time. While they were fighting forest fires he said he used to cook for the other fire fighters right off the flames of the burniong trees. I believed him, I was young, I believed anything my brothers and sisters told me.

Mom received a telegram on November 14, 1944 saying that Lt. Paul L. Pavlovich was seriously wounded in action in Belgium on October the 26. The telegram Mom received arrived on Sunday. Louie was in Fort Sam Houston at that time. (This information from a Review article.)

When Paul came home, from the war, he soon developed a "game" with me. He would go into the bathroom to clean his false eye out and I would follow him in and he would take the eye out and chase me around the house with me screaming my head off. I was never really frightened, I just wanted the attention. Later on in years, when I was at his home in Oregon his glass eye would fall out now and then. So he just kept it in the box on the coffee table and put on dark glasses if anyone came to visit.

 Memories from Lucy 

I was born in Los Angeles and was brought to Bisbee when I was nine months old. I spent some of my childhood in L. A. but mostly in Bisbee.

The only attraction in Lowell was the Grand Cafe and they had a dance hall. I was sixteen and not supposed to be there.

At home, besides food and wine at the dinner table there was two other items: the Curpu (rag) and the prute (switch). We had no napkins so if you needed to wipe your mouth it was "pass the Curpu" and if you misbehaved you got the switch (prute).

When the time came to order the grapes for Dad's wine. The grapes were delivered to the bottom of the steps. They refused to carry them up the 64 steps to the house, us kids did it. Then we had the privilege of having our feet washed so we could stomp the grapes in a wash tub.

Wine being mentioned, Paul talked me into sneaking a gallon of Dad's wine, out of the wood shed, and up the back steps to him. He promised I could go with him and his friends. I never got to go.

My most dreaded chore was when I was about 14 years old. We had an out house in the front yard. It had a flush toilet but we brought the slop jar (Bocarisch) into the house at night. Next day, Mama says "Lucy empty the Bocarich." I would sneak out the front door and carefully look up the steps and down the steps to make sure no one was around to see me carrying the Bocarisch out.

One of the neighbor ladies was having a baby and mama went to help. I kept saying, "Mrs. Baker is having a baby," dear Anna said, "Lucy! You quit talking dirty."

When I reached the age of 21, dad sent for me. Not to wish me a Happy Birthday but "Lulee (that's what he called me) remember to always vote a straight Democratic ticket."

Los Angeles, held nothing real good there. The depression was going on and we had to depend on relatives for hand outs. One thing I remember about L. A. was Nick throwing the ball against the house causing the earth quake.

The last move we made from L. A. was when Leo was a baby, I was 14. We traveled by train, except Mom bummed a ride for Paul with the moving van, saved the price of a train ticket. These people unloaded the furniture at the bottom of the steps. They refused to climb the steps. At that time the train came into Bisbee across from the Lyric.

 Memories from Nick  

Growing up in Bisbee was probably no different than other places. We worked for show money, at this time admission was 5 cents for Saturday afternoon matinees. There was no show money from home so we sold coal sacks back to the coal dealers and with a magnet walked all the ditches and gullies looking for brass and copper which we sold to junk dealers, one dealler was a Mr. Brooks on O.K. Street. Copper and brass brought us 2 1/2 cents per pound. Any pennies we had left were good for gum or candy from the concession stand next door to the Lyric which was operated by a cranky old Greek named George Economy. Seems to me he sold booze as well as sweets.

Often I got to go to Stevens market, in Old Bisbee, for 15 cents worth of short ribs. It made a good meal of soup, potatoes, and short rib meat. I still enjoy boiled dinners to this day.

In Bisbee I went to Central Hoarce Mann and Bisbee High. In High school I was too small to participate in many sports. I did play some JV basketball under Stuart Sheets.

It was very much the custom that the women all stayed home on holidays and the men, in groups of three of four would make house calls on friends and neighbors. They would have some wine or a shot of whiskey and a snack and then off to the next house I can't recall ever seeing any of them drunk. (Seems to me I can remember Bill Imrich being the first one at our house, very early in the morning. Mr. Imrich would also make sure we were the last house of the day. By the time he would get there in the evening he would tell us stories about his great flying feats in World War I. As the drinks flowed the planes soon became high-powered rockets. Stella)

The war in Europe was going on and I recall our journalism teacher, Mrs. Edith James, giving us a wedding story assignment. My story was related to John Bull (England) and Clara Nazi Cow (Germany) getting married and living happily ever after. Mrs. James kept this and read it to all of her war time classes. (MY only claim to journalism fame.) I also shook up my English teacher by making a book report on Emily Posts book of etiquette.

When we moved back to Bisbee all our stuff was loaded on a hard rubber wheel truck belonging to Malign Transfer. They arrived in Bisbee, found Opera Drive, looked up the steps and then unloaded everything at the bottom and took off. We had plenty of help from neighbors getting the stuff up.

Seemed like I always had a job in Bisbee. My first job $1.00 (one dollar) a month was at Webster News Stand, which was located at the corner of the parking lot and the Post Office in old Bisbee. I opened at 6 a.m., went to school, and returned after school to work until closing time, about 7 p.m. I also sold the Bisbee Evening Ore. I would check out my papers at the office and then head for Brewery Gulch to sell papers to the men drinking in the bars on the Gulch.

I also had Bisbee Review paper routes, Routes 13 and 14. Route 13 was O.K. Street and part of Brewery Gulch while 14 was part of Brewery gulch and Opera Drive. My brother Louie and I would usually get up early, about 1 a.m. in order to get to the review press room early. We would count out ten or more extras which we sold to men on the streets. When Will Rogers and Wiley Post were killed I sold many papers as EXTRAS. I had helped Paul sell papers on a corner in L.A. and I knew how to hawk them. The last EXTRA ever put out in Bisbee was when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. I loaded up an old Ford and took several thousand of them to Fr. Huachuca. Sold every one.

In 1940, after my junior year in high school I was given a job in the mines. I went to work in the Sacramento shaft. It beat the hell out of washing dishes and paid better, $4.15 a day. Worked that summer and requested to work straight night shifts and finish high school. I remember going up to the General Office to see General Superintendent, Pat Henry, the Big Boss. He came out of his office and met me at the front and looked like a giant of a man in a brown suit. I was scared to death of him. He pointed his finger at me and said, "Nick, we are going to allow you to work, but if you get hurt I will kill you." Made it through O.K.

I worked at the Sacramento shaft for three years, the war was young and a lot of the miners had gone to the service or ship yards. A time or two I was the only worker on a level and the shift boss would come around to help blast. I was surprised at myself, as a 130 pounder being able to perform some of the underground tasks, like handling heavy machines and mine timbers.

After the Sacramento was shut down I transferred to the Cole shaft. Of all the underground jobs I like running a motor the most. It wasn't constant heavy hard work although there were many problems with wet chutes, hung up chutes, muddy cars, loaded cars off the track, bad track and lots of times working alone. But if you didn't get the job done, that was before the war, there were others to replace you.

I was pulling a load of "E" cars coming out of the Cole one night shift, going a little fast, as I was late, had a car jump the track and wrecked about four cars. There was no time to clean up the wreck, as it was late. Anyway going up that night I was instructed to see the night foremen. I thought sure I was getting fired, but instead was instructed to call the employment agent the next day. I called Frank Kasun, the employment agent and was offered a job as sampler for the Assay office. I jumped at the chance to work on top, although my hours were from 2 A.M. to 10 A.M. With this much afternoon time on my hands I applied and got a job from Carl Morris being a radio announcer for KSUN. I would work the Assay office go home and sleep a bit and work the radio station from 2 p.m. to sign off at 10 p.m., I don't think I was much of an announcer but the experience was good and paid off when I went into the Navy.

After my discharge I returned to the Assay office and in 1956 transferred to the Bisbee Daily Review. I started as Circulation Manager and in about a year was Office Manager. I enjoyed my ten years at the Review, learning to use the camera and building and using a dark room. I had married Bonnie by this time and when her father, Carl Morris, died in a scuba diving accident in Mexican waters, I stepped into the Cable T. V. business. Spent 24 years in the Cable business until we sold it in July of 1988.

 Living in Los Angeles 

From Nick.....

When we moved to Calif. in late 20's or early 30's we went by train. We would board the train about 2 P.M. and I believe Mom always had plenty of sandwiches and we would arrive in L.A. about 9 or 10 in the morning. Most of our stuff was shipped in trunks.

Earthquake...... We were living in California in 1933, the year that Long Beach and Compton were hit hard by a large earthquake. It was about 5:45 P.M., a Friday, as I remember and I was listening to my favorite radio show, Al, Mack and Tommy, young guys that used to fly around making all kinds of rescues, my heroes. Friday night dinner was ready and Mom wanted me to come in and eat. No-No. I had to hear the rest of this great adventure. After about three calls Mom came into the living room and turned off the radio. I got mad and stomped out the front door, locking the door as I went out. I was in front of the house on 207 W. 49th tossing a tennis ball against the steps when the earthquake hit. The noise, the shaking scared the hell out of me. The noise was awful and as I looked around, the power poles and trees were all dancing a jig to the noise. It seemed like this went on for a long time. Our house suffered no damage. The big brick chimney at the Main Street school collapsed and fell through the school. Holy Cross school on 47th and Main suffered a little damage. Very little damage to our house but that night we all had a restless sleep with the after shocks.

While in L. A. in between 1930 and 1933, I can remember passing out hand bills for the Strand and Mission theaters which are both on Broadway which entitled us to free movies. One night I saw the movie the Wax Museum. Scared the hell out of this kid and that night I broke all speed records getting home on my skates. I knew some of the mummies would drop out of a tree on me. There were lots of Saturday afternoon westerns with Tom Mix, Hoot Gibson, Tim Mc Coy and others. I won a pair of skates at the Strand Theater Saturday drawing. I remember hiding the skates on Thanksgiving as the Catholic Charities brought us a food basket. I was afraid they would think we were rich if they spotted the skates.

In L. A. I saw an ad in the local paper about oranges one cent a dozen. I took a dime and went to that store for ten dozen. When I got the oranges in the paper bags they weighed a ton, but I made it home.

As I recall, I was happy going to Main Street school but the pressure was on to send us to Holy Cross. We didn't have the money but were admitted anyway, (I guess to save our souls.) I still fought the change but Paul told me of the nice things they had such as a golf course, basketball and baseball. The only thing they had was a handball court. Got pretty good at it and ended up with a tough right hand.

When we visited in L. A. we usually walked. All of us together, must of looked like a convoy. There was one women, we used to visit, we enjoyed her because she always had ice cream. She had to be rich we thought. Had some relatives that lived on Hoover Street, the Gurachich family and we always enjoyed them because they had a typewriter and they would allow us to play with it. When I went out for Anna's 50th, Baldo remembered our fascination for that old machine.

War Times....  

When it came time to go into the service I was given some advice by Sgt. Bowman who had run the draft board in Bisbee. He told us, Les William, Charlie Ham and me to take a certain sergeant out that night and buy him booze and dinner. Because of that strategy we were assigned to the Navy and off to boot camp in San Diego.
After boot camp my shipping orders were delayed because I was being considered for Radio Intelligence school, but being first generation, I was ruled out. I was assigned to KU5Q Navy radio. We were the studio and technical people who took care of the network radio correspondents. I handled several shows for Adm. Nimitz, even had a microphone for him with five stars on it. I met a lot of people in the unit who were top grade radio people from all over the US. The biggest program I ever handled was the Japanese surrender Ceremony from the Missouri, of which I was at Master control, and a show from the Sub Swordfish, when Nimitz turned his command over to Adm. Spruance.

 Memories from Louie 

Los Angeles....The most graphic memory for me came when I was about 10 years old and a big earthquake hit the Los Angeles-Long Beach area. If memory serves me right about 130 people were killed in the quake, most in the Long Beach area. The tremor struck as we were eating dinner and as the house shook violently, all of us scrambled from the dinner table and sprinted out the back door. My brother Nick, if I remember correctly, had finished eating and was throwing a ball up in the air and catching it next to a telephone pole when the quake struck. The telephone pole swayed and the ground shook and the ball did a "jig" in the air. I had nightmares over the quake for several months especially when I went to bed and either imagined or felt an earthquake. This was in 1933 when we were living at 207 W. 49th St.

When we were youngsters living in Los Angeles, Nick and I always listened to the radio. He would cheer for USC and I favored Norte Dame when they played their big game. Sometimes it got heated if one team or the other would lose.

One of the things that stuck in my brain from those days was a commercial. I was in San Diego, in bed, about 5 A.M. when I suddenly started singing the song from that 1930's radio commercial. Rose, thought I had suddenly gone berserk. The commercial went like this:

Blue Green Gas....Blue Green Gas....

put it in your motor and there's no one you can't pass..

there's no one on the highway that you can't pass....

if you use Blue Green Gas!"


In Bisbee I had a newspaper route that included upper Brewery Gulch. I always wondered why the ladies in the red light district always had money to pay for their newspaper. I got the message later as I matured and learned a few things about life.

When I delivered papers (about 3 - 4 A.M. daily) up Brewery Gulch, I always walked by the Aira Bakery there. Mr. Aira was always busy in his place of business, preparing bread for the forthcoming day's delivery and sales. One day I noticed he went out to the middle of Brewery Gulch, relieved himself, then went back to kneading the dough for the bread. I wondered if that was why the Aira bread had that distinctive flavor.

When we lived on Opera Drive, I was often teasing "little brother" Leo. The Rodriguez family next door had a large cat named "Concha." I teased Leo that "Concha is going to get your mish!"...and after a lot of screaming from Leo, Mom got tired of it all, hit me over the head with a broom, and broke the handle of the broom I got the message; don't tease Leo any more. (From Stella: Seems to me that those teasing matches ended up out on the steps with Louie and Leo going away at each other, neighbors yelling that they were going to kill each other, and Mom in the middle of it swinging the broom.)

I'll never forget how I suddenly became sports editor of the Bisbee Daily Review, when I was working there as a senior in high school. Charlie Modesette, the sports editor, went out for dinner about 5:30 P.M. He usually came back after dinner and put the sports page together so that it could be set into type before we went to press around midnight.

Charlie went to Wallace's Pool Hall, started playing pool and drinking beer. After about an hour and a half, we decided to look for the absent Modesette. He was now drunker than the proverbial skunk and there was no way he was going to make it back to work. So I was suddenly told to get the sports page out and I became the sport's editor (Charlie returned to work the next day, as though absolutely nothing happened.)

When Anna's son, Louie, was visiting us in Bisbee years ago, we all decided to show him Naco, Sonora, Mexico. As we returned from Naco the man at the American Border check point asked us for our individual names. "Louis Pavlovich," I told him. "Louis Pavlovich" said the California Lou. "Louis Pavlovich" said my son, Lou, Jr. who was a youngster at that time. The government man didn't know whether to toss us in jail for making fun of him or what. But we explained it all and we escaped. (Lou, Jr. when he finally had his son, knew before hand that there were too many "Lou's" around, so their son is named Joseph.)

 Memories from Helen 

I was born on July 9, 1927, at 132 B Opera Drive. Sometime after that we moved to Los Angeles, and we lived at 207 W. 49th Street. Today this is called the Watts District, I believe. We had an Irish family to the left of our house and a family named Klies (not sure of the spelling) to the right of us. Across the street there was a family named Heck. There was also a Chinese family who had a boy about my age. We were friends and I loved to go to his house because his mother made delicious chop suey.

My family hasn't let me live down the time my mother was all set up in the back yard to wash my hair. I didn't want my hair washed so I took off running down the side of the house and on the lawns of neighbors crying. The neighbors thought I was being abused and were pretty upset. Don't remember which member of the family was chasing me, but I was caught, and yes, I got my hair washed.

I also remember the earthquake of 1933. It was dinner time and Nick was called to come to dinner. He was listening to a program on the radio and didn't want to come. I think he must have gotten into trouble so he went out to the front yard. That is when the quake struck. Mother got us all out into the back yard and told us to go get Nick. We went to the front yard and I can still see the telephone poles bending with the force of the quake. After it was over we all took a walk to look at the damage which was extensive. We were lucky, our house sustained no damage. The Irish lady next door was really upset because she lost a very large collection of tea cups. Our neighbor, Arlene Klies, came to our house to sleep that night. We didn't sleep much but sure did a lot of nervous giggling.

I was the flower girl at Anna's wedding. I was four years old. I had a beautiful ruffled dress and cousin Lucy Vusich curled my hair by using a curling iron she heated by putting it in the flame of the cook stove. I did just fine going into the church and dropped the rose petals I had in my basket as I was told to do. After the ceremony when we were leaving the church, a lady grabbed my arm and told me not to walk so fast. She scared me to death and I panicked and ran crying to my mother.

We came back to Bisbee and moved into the house on Opera Drive. It was not as nice as the California house. In fact it was really run down. But, that is where we stayed until Mom bought the house on Howell Avenue. Dad passed away in 1942 and after that the house was repaired and painted and looked nice. Mom always wanted it painted white with green trim. We had a lot of good neighbors on Opera Drive and there were plenty of kids around to play with. We always had something going on. The City of Bisbee blew a whistle that could be heard all over the City at 9:00 P.M. When we heard that we all started running for home. That was our curfew. Our house was 64 stairs up and we all ran up and down them several times a day. We have gone back up to the house in recent years and the stairs are now a lot narrower and steeper than I remember them to be. the house is still there. It is so small it's hard to imagine how a large family lived in it. The house on Howell Avenue was beautiful. Stella and I had our own bedroom with matching twin beds. We felt like queens. I had my own bedroom at the old house for awhile. It was a bed set up in the "wash house." The decor included a wringer washing machine and wash tubs. Not very glamorous, but it was MY room. The largest wash tub, incidentally, was also the bath tub which we were suppose to use every Saturday night, whether we needed it or not.

I married John Fauland on October 28, 1950. We went to San Diego and lived there for about six months. John was working for Ryan Air Craft, but he really wanted to teach. He heard about a job opening in another town in California and took a few days off to go apply for it. He did not get the job and when Ryan Air Craft found out where he had been they laid him off. We were expecting our first child, so we packed up and came back to Bisbee. John got a job in the mines, until they went on strike. Then just before school was ready to start he got a call saying there was an opening in the Bisbee School District. So he got his first teaching job at Horace Mann School in the seventh grade. Patricia Ann was born on December 3, 1951. Our son, Vincent John, was born September 20, 1953 and Kenneth Michael was born on August 12, 1955. We rented in several places and even lived with Mom for awhile. In 1958 we bought the house at 601 Bisbee Road and still live there today.

Bisbee was a good place to raise children. Our children did well in school and went on to college after graduating from high school. All three have earned college degrees and I am very proud of that fact. Today, Patricia is married to Joseph Seifter and they have two sons, Nikolas and Patrick. Patricia teaches first grade in the Sierra Vista School District. Vincent is the L.A.N. (Local Area Network) administrator for the City of Phoenix Public Works Department. He is married to Mary Ellen Enright and they have two daughters, Heather who is 11 and Haley Rose, who is only a few months old now. Kenneth is single and works as a Nuclear Medicine Technician in Mesa. He is also a musician and has been for 20 plus years, first as a member of the 36th Army Band and then the Arizona National Guard Band. He has also played in dance bands in the Phoenix area.

John retired from teaching after 36 years in 1987. I retired about six months before him. I was working as a legal secretary. I started working for lawyers while I was still in high school and worked thirty years in that capacity.

 Memories from Leo 

When I was very young and owned a BB gun I was practicing my marksmanship in the front yard, and was doing very well, when little sister Stella wanted to join in. So I conned her into holding up a small bottle top and I was suppose to shoot it out of her hand. Well, the flight of a BB is not always perfect, especially when you are recycling BBs. Some of them had been bounced off of wall and were no longer round. My aim was perfect and I squeezed off the shot, but the BB didn't go where I was looking. I hit Stella in the wrist. Needless to say her yelling brought mom down on me like a ton of bricks. Gee, you'd think she was shot or something.

First Haircut.....Then there was the story of my first haircut. I was about five or six years old and everyone decided that I needed a regular haircut rather than the home barber. So I was packed up and taken to a small barber shop on Brewery Gulch. I got up in the chair and they put the cloth around my neck. This much I was accustomed to, but then the barber turned on the electric razor and started up the back of my neck. That's when I panicked. I flew out of the chair, called the man everything but a child of God and went racing out of the place with the neck cloth flapping in the breeze, never to go back in that place again. I don't remember who finished the haircut for me, but I know it wasn't that barber.

One of the neat things about growing up in Bisbee was the hills around us. The yard at the house on Opera Drive was very small. What was there was taken up by a huge fig tree and a small vegetable garden, so if you wanted to play with your friends, you usually ended up climbing a hill or running around the mountains. No one ever got up tight about their kids taking a trek over "B" hill, or worry about them. At least I never heard of anyone getting concerned. It was not uncommon for me and some of my buddies to climb up to the "Cross" and catch a wild horse or burro and play cowboy all day long. There was one occasion where we did that and almost got trampled by a really wild burro, but no one got hurt. As they say, no harm no foul.

 Memories from Stella 

One of the best part of Opera Drive that I remember is the neighbors. As you walked up the steps the Echave and Gregovich families were at the bottom. Next came the Vargas family who had two sons, Arthur and Manuel. Right across from us was the Rodriguez family they had a son was Ernesto and a daughter Lucy. Lucy had three children, Oscar, Octavio and Amelia.

Above the Rodriguez home (at the top of the stairs) were Mary and Ed Conley, my Numie and Old Socks. They had one son named Ed. There were two Brajovich families that lived in houses above us across from Conleys. The Kuhenz family lived next to us with out back yards connecting.

I, of course, was the darling of all the mothers and I could do no wrong. But I was the terror of the neighborhood to all of the boys. All they had to do was look at me crossed eyed and I'd scream bloody murder and they would get into trouble. They let me play cowboys and Indians with them a few times. When they tied me up and left me I finally caught on to their game.

I used to go to the Vargas home and one of my greatest joys was to help Mrs. Vargas roll the tortilla dough up into little balls and watch her, with a few quick slaps of her hands, make them round and then she would cook them on the top of the wood stove.

Every summer, the boys of the neighborhood, with Leo in the middle of the pack, would love to go into the neighbor's yard to collect butterflies. I never once saw a butterfly but their pockets used to come out bulging with fruit. Since I was the darling of the boys they gave me all the green fruit. To this day I still prefer to have my apricots and peaches on the green side.

Mary and Ed Conley were always a very special part of my life. Numie, (Mary), helped to deliver me, and as I was born she told Mom, "I think she's Chinese, think we better send her back." They were my God-parents and I know I spent a lot of time just watching Old Socks (ED) work in his work shop, which was carved into the hill under their house. Numie, worked for our Dad, as a waitress, for "seven years, seven months, and seven days," is what she always said. She had some great stories about "rolling drunks" down Brewery Gulch, in a barrel, and the wilder time in Bisbee.

Typing up all the other stories brought up many parallels in my life with my older brothers and sisters. The pressure was brought upon Mom to send us, Leo and me, to Catholic School. Leo refused and won out, I didn't fight it and was able to attend St. Patrick from third grade on. One of the best benefits of going to St. Pats was Rosalie Hallsted and I became good friends. (We all know where that led to.) I remember when I was in eighth grade I told Rosalie how exciting it must be to have a brother who was the High School Student Body President. She soon set me straight and let me know that it wasn't any big deal, it was just her brother.

Growing up with Leo and Helen

By the time I was born, all the older brothers and sisters were busy being grown-ups, working, Anna was married and had her two sons, Lucy was married soon after. So I had most of my growing up with Leo and with Helen as a second mother. I remember most of the neighbors having bigger yards than ours, which wasn't too hard to do. But we had the FIG TREE. That tree was a "jungle gym" for Leo and me. We climbed all over the tree and through the branches. Leo used to encourage me to take greater and greater leaps from limb to limb. His teaching method for courage was, "Just count to three, then jump." I was getting pretty good at it till I missed one branch and landed on "Dad's" bench that was turned upside down under the tree. Mom called Ernesto and he carried me down the steps and then they rushed me to the doctor. I can remember thinking that it was really great because Ernesto carried me all the way down those 64 steps. Only other thing I remember about the fall was the doctor pulling the tape off me later, I really hope I busted his ear drums with my scream for "pulling" that trick on me.

Leo and I used to walk together, most of the time, to school, and our path used to be up to the top of the flight of stairs and over the hill to High School hill. Those hills were also our play ground and many hours were spent just running around on them.

On one visit to the Kristovich house, one of Dad's partners, Helen became my rescuer. For once, Helen, Leo, and I, were allowed to go out and play and not just sit quietly while the grown ups talked. They had a nice yard with a deep fish pond in it. I started to go spin around, around, and around. I stopped at the fish pond to look in and all went blank. Leo, (I'm told) panicked and ran into the house screaming and yelling for help. Helen, did some quick thinking and pulled me out. The next thing I remember is being wrapped up in a blanket and seeing all my clothes wet and hanging up. All future visits were done with me sitting and listening to the grown ups talk. If Leo was around he would always entertain me by scratching himself on the arm or leg and I would watch him hypnotically. Pretty soon I would be itching like mad and be getting nasty looks from Mom and a sharp command to "Sit still."

One of the skills I never learned in Bisbee was how to ride a bike. No one that I knew owned one, who would carry a bike up 64 steps and back down, we just walked. But I did have a memorable bike ride once. While attending St. Pat's, probably 5th or 6th grade, I got one of those famous Pavlovich nose bleeds. The nuns called mom and she asked them to get me to Dr. ***Peepegertus. Now in those day the nuns didn't drive and the only driver was Father Howard and he wasn't around. So my teacher got an eight grade boy, the only one with a bike and instructed him to take me to the doctors. They balanced me on the handle bars and I sat there holding on with one hand and with the other hand holding a towel to my nose to help stem the flow of blood. I remember looking down the St. Pat's hill and starting to pray as he took off. My most vivid memories are fear and the boy constantly screaming, "Keep your feet off the wheel!" Mom was waiting at the doctors and thanked the brave courier for bringing me. I never really wanted to ride a bike again.

Reading the other memories helped to stir some up for me, I, too, worked for the Bisbee Review. (That newspaper seemed to play a big part in our families' lives.) They must have been desperate because one of the first jobs I had was proof reader. Mom would only let me stay out to 11:00 P.M. but they took me for those hours. Now, you have to realize that I'm one of the worst spellers going and I really don't know if I was any good at the job or not. The other job I had was to get on the bus and travel from Bisbee to Warren, stopping at all the stores for bits of news for the local new (gossip) column. I soon learned not to go into the garages because the "men" there would give me stories like, "Mr. & Mrs. Smith stopped off at the local motel. Ha, Ha, Ha," They would laugh with a sneer. I, in my innocence, didn't understand but I knew it was something I should blush about and obliged them by turning bright red. My best friend, Rosalie Hallsted, was a big help for that column. She would let me know when her family would go to Tombstone to visit their aunt and uncle for a birthday. I would use all their names in the column, which was great because I got paid by the inch.

The fourth of July was a special time for me. Leo and Helen told me (in my younger days) that the parade and all the excitement was just for me. Now, who wouldn't want to believe that. The fourth was great, my birthday, parades, parties, and fireworks.....and they were all for me. When I was old enough and found out THE TRUTH my dreams were shattered probably for a day or two. Then I decided that I would just share my celebration with our country....thought it was quite noble of me.

When big brothers got home from the war it was a big change for me. I had brothers back trying to be Fathers to me and doing their best to keep the family together. Nick would have his friends over to listen to the records he had made during his stay in the war. I was always chased out of the house because I was too young to hear them. I remember sitting on the steps listening to the men laugh as they listened to the records.

I remember hikes to the Cross with Numie and sack lunches. When we moved to Howell Avenue I lived in the Rec Center across the street. Rosalie and I were always in the swimming pool and bowling, Our skills on the lanes were well known and soon earned us the title of "Gutter Ball" queens. There are also memories of going to the movies (10 cents for matinees then) and being sure you didn't sit under the lights because you knew they would fall down any minute.

If you had been in the movies and you heard it raining you knew there was no hurry to get out because you couldn't cross Brewery Gulch to walk home. You would come out of the movies and watch the water run down into the gully with such force that it left you breathless.

The only bad part about growing up in a small town and being the youngest was when you made it to High School. Believe it or not some of the teachers were still there that had had all my older brothers and sisters. I always heard, "I remember Louie or Nick or Helen or Leo." Actually since I followed Leo most of the teachers looked at me with trepidation until they discovered I was an "angel." Well, I was less trouble than Leo was. (I understand Leo did keep those teachers on their toes, but then those are his stories to tell.)

Jim and I were married on November 26, 1954. We had six children, Rick, Mike, David, Dawna, Steve, and Sandra. Rick married Pam Mayerfeld and they have two daughters, Kristin and Kimberly. David married Susan Wittstock and they have two sons, Jonathan and Benjamin. Dawna married Charles Cuny. All in all, it has been a great life. Very proud of our children, their accomplishments, and adore those grandchildren.

 Family Wrap up by Louie 

We have come a long way from those days and all of the family seems to have enjoyed a certain measure of success, in one way or another.

Paul did well, working for Lane County in Eugene, Oregon. He and his lovely wife, Marion lived a quiet life in Eugene. They traveled some and enjoyed their retirement years until poor health slowed them down. Paul did well financially.

Nick is now a retired Cable TV "mogul." Nick and Bonnie did well when they sold the Bisbee TV outlet. Bonnie and Nick raised two fine, talented daughters and are enjoying their grand children.

Rose and I lived a comfortable life, we owned some property in Tucson. We had two sons, Larry and Louie. After Rose had two minor strokes I felt it was better for her not to be in the kitchen so we were able to eat out at the best restaurants almost every day. I'm still involved with "Collegiate Baseball" newspaper, keeping busy.

Leo did well in his job of procuring real estate for the Post Office and is still "wheeling and dealing" with property in Green Valley, Arizona where he lives in retirement with his wife, Shirley.

As for the girls, Anna, with Tony raised two sons. Tony did well in business and real estate and they enjoyed prosperity. They lived in many different cities of Southern California. Anna will forever stick in my mind as the personification of great courage and valor. She must have suffered tremendously over those years and our heart went out to her. Never once did I hear her complain. She deserves the Congressional Medal of Honor and I'm sure she is wearing it in heaven right now. Also deserving medals are Barry, Winne, Lou and Bev for all those years of attention to a grand lady.

Lucy, while working at the telephone company, had the fun of raising five children with her husband, Joe. She now lives in a beautiful home in Warren enjoying her grandchildren and great grandchildren. When she gets involved, she can toss the most beautiful dinners and social engagements of anyone around. She reminds me of Madam Pearl Mesta who was billed as the "hostess with the Mostest". Lucy can toss a party with class.

Helen and John are living comfortably in retirement in Warren and seem to be enjoying their grand kids as much as anyone can. Helen worked in the Court House and as a secretary for several lawyers. John and her raised three wonderful kids. They also live in a lovely home and Helen is one of the most creative artist in Arizona and has shared her talent with the extended care section of the hospital in Bisbee. Her greeting cards are a delight to receive.

Stella and Jim have done well. Stella taught computers at an elementary school, parish secretary and has kept her hand in oil painting and writing. With their six children, Jim and her, have always led an active life in so many ways, contribution to church, community and family.

That's about it for now. The "whole family" did pretty well and we should all be proud of our accomplishments. We have survived some tough times, enjoyed the good times, and have been blessed.

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