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Memories of Charles Clifford Clear Sr. and Fern Irene Place
As recalled by their daughter, Julia May Clear
 

Clifford Clear, son of William Henry Clear, was 18 years old when his parents moved from Grover Hill, Ohio to Michigan. He worked on the farm near Carp Lake, until he was called into the Army during World War I.

He spent his time, nine months, I believe, at Camp Custer - near Battle Creek, Michigan. He had a goiter condition and could not be sent overseas to the front because of the use of gas over there.
After being discharged, he married Fern Irene Place, who was a native of northern Michigan, having been born in Petoskey and lived in Mackinaw City and Cheboygan. He met her while he was still in high school. The first time he met her was at the hotel down by the lake in Mackinaw City talking to Belle Hoot, a cousin of his.
He was the first soldier in Cheboygan to apply for a marriage license after the Armistice was signed.
 
Mom's mother tried to get them to wait for at least six months until Dad could get a job and a place to live. He said they were going to get married now - or not at all. His family did not approve of it at that time either.
They were married February 8, 1919 (See Wedding Picture at right) at her Mother's home, Mrs. Mae Scheppe in Cheboygan, by the Methodist minister, a Rev. Albert E. Potts. Her family, and the following people were there: Henry and Emma Clear, Oscar and Dena Clear, Viola McGregor (Viola Brown), and Effie Shinnaberry.
After they were married he took her out to his parents home near Carp Lake. They had no money and no other place to go. They stayed there for awhile. Things were not too pleasant apparently. They went and stayed with Oscar and Dena Clear for awhile but that was not any good either. So he went back to his parent's house.

Dad got a job on the boat, Chief Wawatam, on July 4, 1919. He bought a piece of property on the East side of Carp Lake (Lake -not Town) and they moved into the house just a few days before I was born on January 4, 1920. They had spent nearly a year living with his parents. - Julie Clear

 
 
 
Memories of Charles Clifford Clear Sr. and Fern Irene Place
As recalled by their son, Charles C. Clear Jr.
 
Looking back as a senior citizen - myself now - I give my Father a lot of credit. With so many kids to feed and take care of during the Great Depression. There were never a lot of extra's and he worked wherevere he could find a job - any job. We relied on gardens and hunting, wild berries, and mushrooms. But we all got by.
There were many good things we did, and we all stuck together. One thing I remember, when we lived near Levering, Michigan: The shop keepers in town would show free movies on the side of a large store, It would be like the early drive-ins. Everyone would park their cars in a row, and all the kids would put a blanket down in the front. We would watch Gene Autrey and all the western cowboys. It was always a fun night.
On Sundays we would visit the cemetery where all the relatives are buried. It was fun to hear my mother and father point out all the people they know, as if they were standing there.
 
On the way home we would always go for a swim in Carp Lake. July 4th was always a big day for everyone, as we would go to Cheboygan. There were parades, fireworks, and all the big boats would dock at the pier in town. So we would tour the boats. It was an all day affair, and it was always great fun.
I always looked at my father as a big strong man...never showing any emotion. He and I were going somewhere - just the two of us - and we stopped at this farm. I followed him in to the barn, and stayed near the door. He went in to the stall where these two horses were, and he talked to them and rubbed them down,a nd stayed for a long time. He talked to them as you would talk to a child. When he came out I am sure I saw a tear in his eye.
Come to find out, these horses were Granpa Henry's, and were sold after he died. My father worked with these horses for years. They also were the ones that pulled the buggy to town, and take them to dances on a Saturday night. My father said that if people would fall asleep on the way home, the horses would take them home right to the barn, and make noises to wake them all. The horses names were Ned and Colonel, and I know my father loved them.
There are many memories I have of my father - too many to mention here. The one thing he requested of me, was for me to name my first son David, after my brother and his grandfather. This I did. The other thing that always made him very proud - and he did not ask me to do this - I named my last son after him. He brought this up to my mother many times. I am very happy I did these two things. - Charles C. Clear Jr.
 
 
 
Memories of Charles Clifford Clear Sr. and Fern Irene Place
As recalled by their granddaughter, June Howe
 
As children we often visited Grandma and Grandpa Clear. I remember their house vividly. We used to play ball and different games in their huge yard. In the summer time, Grandpa would sit in his favorite chair in the back yard watching us play. He somehow always managed to manipulate us into getting close enough to him for him to grab us and give us a hot head. I think he would give it to my brothers more than myself and my sisters.
In the winter time, Grandpa would sit in his favorite recliner smoking his camel cigarettes. He had the most unusual ash tray, the bottom consisted of a rather large tube like base while the top was a regular ash tray. It reminded me of the old toys we called “tops” in that when the ash tray part was pushed down, the cigarettes butts and ashes would go into this tube base. He smoked an awful lot because that ash tray always seemed to be full.
Grandma was very sweet and rather quiet. She always hugged us, all of us at one time. She was a great example of “the perfect grandma”. She gave us treats and always made us say thank you. I don't remember ever hearing Grandma and Grandpa in an argument. They got along rather well. They spoke respectfully to each other and laughed. Grandpa liked to tease us and tell us jokes.
My memories of Grandma and Grandpa Clear are such wonderful memories! - June Howe