Peg Glessner Weaver, was gracious in publishing her detailed memoir, outlining different phases of her long life. In Rememberings, she described her fathers love for California and the visits to relatives around the LA area on the maternal, Chappelear side of his family.
Here she describes her journey, p 13 + "For my second trip to California, when I was in the fifth grade, my parents took me out of school. Again we took the Santa Fe from Chicago. The train became uncomfortably hot, but if we opened a window for air we might get cinders in our eyes. At Flagstaff; Arizona, our train car was switched off for a side-trip to the Grand Canyon. Because it was snowing hard, most of the day was spent in a small, stone lookout building with a warm fire in a large fireplace and a wonderful view of the Canyon. Going through Arizona I had a glance at a large meteor crater as the train traversed its edge. On this, or our earlier trip, we got off the train to eat some of our meals at Fred Harvey Restaurants next to the train depot. (I suppose some trains lacked dining cars.)
The Pearne's had once lived in Findlay and were friends of the Sr Glessners. Here is Anna "Tod?" with Irv and son John, with Harry C and Margaret Glessner p37 album
p13 "With my parents' friends, Iry and Stella Pearne and their son, John, we drove up into the mountains and the redwood trees to Big Bear for a picnic, eating beside a gurgling mountain stream, where John and I played at making a dam in the icy water. Easter weekend was spent in Riverside, in an elegant, old hotel, Mission Inn On Easter morning we joined in a procession of cars ascending Mt. Rubidoux in the dark to participate in a sunrise service."
In the mean time, in the mid 1920's the Glessner's built a new home at 204 Glendale Ave in Findlay.
Front of 204 Glendale priro to landscaping.....
Lucky Lindy up in the sky, Lucky Lindy flying so high.
Our route then took us to Columbia and Kansas City in Missouri, Wichita, Emporia and Lawrence into en Kansas. In Lawrence we visited relatives affiliated with the University. The farther west, the worse the roads became. Many were not paved, though often in the process, making long detours rather common on narrow, bumpy roads. We drove into the beautiful mountains, through Trinidad in Colorado, Raton Pass, La Junta, Santa Fe, and Gallop in New Mexico. In the hot desert we encountered a sandstorm making it necessary to drive with the windows closed. There was no air-conditioning.
An interesting side trip to the Isleta American Indian Ruins in New Mexico took us on a narrow road fording dry stream beds. At the Petrified Forest in Arizona, we acquired a polished sample of vividly colored, striated agate, and at the Painted Desert bought a small glass vial containing strata of the many colored sands.
At the Grand Canyon we had reservations at the old, famous, historic El Tovar Hotel. Since we were there on my birthday, to celebrate, my mother and I rode horseback with a guide. I had never ridden anything but a Shetland pony; my mother had ridden horses on the farm, many, many years before. We were stiff and sore for the bumpy detours the next day.
Buick and Joshua tree.