Elliott Lee Ellingwood

What Cudge wrote about him in Cudge.

1. Elliott Lee was nicknamed Jim after the local druggist, Jimmy Jones; after he married and settled in Pasadena, his wife Jeanette had him called Elliott there.

   Someone started calling Elliott "Jimmy Jones" and finally it became Jim. He was Jim to us, but when he married and settled in Pasadena, Jeanette protested so he was always called Elliott by his California friends.

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2. At eighteen Jim was given the job of pulling his seven-year-old brother's badly set thigh until it broke for resetting, and he fainted at the snap.

   So Jim stood at the foot of the bed and pulled my leg until it snapped. That so unnerved him that when he heard the snap, he fainted.

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3. Jim once barricaded the attic door and had the police called over a man on the couch who proved to be his own clothes stirring in the breeze; it made the newspaper and took him a long time to live down.

   found Jim piling chairs, a table and whatever heavy things he could lay his hands on against the attic door. "Come on," he cried, "help me barricade the door. There's a man up there."

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4. It was at Jim's urging that their ailing father went out to Pasadena for a rest.

   Finally early in 1919 he decided to go out to Pasadena at Jims urging, for a complete rest.

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5. Visiting with Jeanette in 1958, Jim tried his hand at caning a chair under Cudge's tuition, a lasting family joke.

   We have a family joke about Jim trying to cane one of our little straight chairs when he had visited us in 1958 with Jeanette.

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6. In February 1940 Jim and his family met Cudge at the train in Los Angeles, and Jim urged him to take the Culligan franchise for Los Angeles, where he knew everybody, instead of Spokane.

   I got to Los Angeles about the first of February and Jim and the whole family were waiting for me when I got off the train about 7 in the morning. That was a royal welcome.

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7. Jim once got lost for three days while hunting near the Mogollon Rim in Arizona, and wrote the story down.

   up near Mogollon Rim, where Jim had got lost for three days while hunting (if you haven't read his story of that experience you have missed a thrill.)

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