Grandma Clements was a loner, having been widowed a long time and
never remarried after Mr. Clements died, which was well before I can remember.
She lived with us in Atwater in a spare room my dad added onto our house.
When we moved to Tracy, my father bought a junk yard from Bill Young at
13280 W. Byron Rd. We cleared the junk off the 1-2 acre site, put in water,
electric and a septic tank. Then we bought and placed a trailer in the
back by the irrigation drainage ditch.
We moved a trailer onto the front of the property in front of the old
Johnson's store that had been moved from Tracy to the property and my
Grandmother live in that trailer. I remember people complaining that we
were developing a trailer court without a license. The first time I heard
the name of Frank Hoyt, my future wife's Grandfather, was when my dad
was on the phone arguing with him over this issue. My dad had been told
that Frank, the county supervisor was approachable on issues.
Grandmother would come over to our trailer for dinners often. After supper,
she would always say, "I ate too much, I gotta go home" and
off she went. She was easy going but never talked much.
