From the files of Frank Clyburn Clyburn Family News Vol. 04 Father's Day, June 21, 1998

Report:

Danny Taylor, my cousin, recently passed away. He had apparently been having some heart problems. He was not only my first cousin, he was my good friend. I will miss him.

My mother was born Violet Mae Knight. She was born in the Oak Bar, Klamath River area of northern California. She had two brothers, George and Earl, and four sisters, Patricia, Agnes, Doris and Mary.

Agnes and Earl are the only siblings still alive. Earl is paralyzed (from a stroke) and in Beverly Manor in Yreka, California and Agnes currently lives in Edgewood, California.

Danny Taylor was the son of Doris (Knight) Taylor and George Taylor, both deceased. He has two children of his own, Christopher and April. He also left a wife Debby Taylor of Silverton, Idaho and a sister Donna James of Hornbrook, California.

Narcy Hulda Parks and Stephen Franklin Clyburn were married on September 10th,

1894 in Brazorie, Texas.

They had three children born to them in Texas, Stephen Franklin in Austin (6/14/1896 - 8/4/1897), Henry Lee in Victoria (6/22/1898 - 6/23/1925), and Robert Franklin in Aransas Pass (2/8/1902 - 7/30/1924).

They moved from Texas to Muskogee, Oklahoma and had another son, James Virgil Clyburn, in 6/27/1905 - 9/10/1972).

They moved on to Tacoma, Washington and later to Wilderville, Oregon where Thomas Miles Clyburn was born (10/31/1908 - 4/17/1986). Joseph Bailey Clyburn was also born in Wilderville, Oregon (4/23/1911 - 9/7/1996).

They then moved to Hilt, California where their first girl was born. Francis Irene Clyburn was born in Hilt, California on 11/12/1913 - 8/11/92).

From Hilt, California they moved to Beaver Creek (which drains into the Klamath River) and had another son, Woodrow Wilson Clyburn (8/25/1916 - 9/12/95). About 1917 they moved to Lime Gulch on the Klamath River and Narcy Fae Clyburn (me) was born there on 1/20/1919 and I'm now the only surviving child.

Frank (S.F.) Clyburn helped build the first houses in Hilt around 1912. He also was interested in Mining and mined on Beaver Creek near Soda Creek. They walked from Hilt to the mine. They carried Francis on a pillow all the way.

One time she was very ill and they carried her out to Hilt then to Hornbrook on the train. There was a Doctor in Hornbrook at that time and Mom always said that if they hadn't have brought her in to town she would have died.

When they moved from Beaver Creek to Lime Gulch it was on the Government trail and they walked and used pack horses. Woodrow was a baby at that time. That was in 1917.

The Honolulu school was three miles down river from Lime Gulch. The Humbug School was across the river and about 1-2 miles up the river. Lee, Robert (Bud), Jim and Joe walked to that school after they crossed the river in a cage like thing with pulleys. I have a good picture of that in the Family Album. I have a very large, Diploma that Bud received from the Humbug School when he finished the 8th grade there.

During World War I, Pop and Lee worked in the Ship Yards in the San Francisco area. Mom would order Groceries, by phone, from Hornbrook and the Store would send them down on the Stage. If someone wasn't over at the mail box when the groceries arrived some of the things, like the good flour would be stolen. She said the substitute flour just wasn't any good. I believe the Store was Gordon Jacobs' store.

In the early 20's they, somehow, had some Tulelake property to raise grain on. We had a cabin there until Woodrow and I became ill. Then we moved to Merrill, Oregon and rented a nice big home on the river. I believe that it had been a ranch house. I remember the pump on the porch, stairs to go up to the bedrooms and walking to school. I also remember when we received the phone call that our brother Bud had been killed in the forest fire on Beaver Creek. I remember Pop talking on the phone and crying.

Merrill, Oregon is where I first started school. My first half of the first grade was there. I remember a little boy John D.

that I walked to school with. Then we came home to Lime Gulch.

The Klamath River highway was built down the river sometime in the early 20's, so after we come back home from Tulelake we walked to school down the river to the Honolulu School.

The School was a short distance below Dutch Creek and on the right hand side of the highway. One room, wood stove, board floor and not much of a play ground. An out house stood on each side of the school. One on the down-river side for the girls and one on the up-river side for the boys. My teachers were: Elsie DeAvilla, Collins and Austin. There could have been a teacher in between DeAvilla and Collins but I don't remember the name. Austin later married Art Hippler, and later Chester Barton. I knew Dorothy Barton for many year, here in Yreka.

Steven Franklin and Narcy Clyburn lived at Lime Gulch for the rest of their lives. (He died on June 25, 1961 and she died on January 29, 1967.) They spent a few winters in Rockport, Texas but became too old to drive so far.

Jason A. Alexander, Son of Narcie (McBain) Alexander and grandson of Fae (Clyburn) McBain, graduated from the university of Nevada at Las Vegas on May 16, 1998. Jason received a Bachelor of Science Degree in Environmental Studies (University Honors, Department Honors, Magna cum Laude). Jason received the Barrick Award from the Department of Environmental Studies and is a member of the Phi Kappa Phi National Honor Society.

Jason will be at the University of Oregon at Corvallis this Fall. At OSU Jason will be working as a research assistant in the Herbarium.

For a summer job Jason is working as Botanist at Zion National Park in Utah. This is his second summer at Zion.

That night the Devil appeared and said, "Come along with me."

"I was telling the truth," the cowpoke replied. "I'll show you."

The two of them went to the Indian. "Do you like eggs?" the Devil asked.

"Yes," the Indian replied.

Then the cowboy and the Devil went away. Twenty years later, the Devil heard that the cowboy had died, and he went off to find the Indian.

"How!" the Devil said, greeting him Indian-style with his right arm raised.

"Fried," the Indian answered.

It is believed that the Clyburn name came from the Cliburn Parish in Westmoreland, England, meaning "one who came from Cliburn." -Frank