John Clinton "Jack" Dutton Jr. was the second of four sons of John Clinton Dutton & Mary Elizabeth Nott. He married December 9, 1896, at the home of the bride's parents at Union, Iowa, to Bertha Alice Shutes, eldest daughter of Zachary Taylor "Taylor" Shutes & Eldora Blanch "Dora" Davis. Jack & Bertha had 6 children: Ethel Blanch, Greta May, Lucille Eleanor, Wendell Arthur, John Taylor, and George Davis Dutton.
Jack is shown here as a young boy (center) with his parents and siblings in 1880---sometime between the birth of baby Beulah on March 27th and Annie's death from diphtheria on October 18th. Julia is standing between her parents, behind Jack; in front, from left: the ill-fated Annie, Nelson on his mother's lap, Jack, baby Beulah on her father's lap, and Burton.
In my grandfather Jack Dutton's job as a rural mail postman in the early 1900s at Alden, Iowa, he talked to many neighbors, and thus found out when someone wanted to hire some labor. He was wont to come home and tell one of his three daughters: "You start work tomorrow as a hired girl for Johnny Glenn."
When the Titanic sank in 1912, books were immediately written & published about the disaster. Jack ordered a boxful of the books, which he peddled one by one to the residents on his rural mail route as he delivered their mail to them. What he was doing was in defiance of postal regulations for its employees, and his wife Bertha feared he would be fired if the Alden postmaster heard what he was doing.
Jack put his youngest daughter, my mother Lucille, to work at the age of seven, picking strawberries at a berry farm for two cents per box (I don't know how big the box was). That would have been around 1909.
Lucille was in her late teens when he hired her out to bachelor farmer Johnny Glenn, who lived with his widowed mother. At night, after supper dishes were washed and dried, elderly Mother Glenn expected Lucille to do endless mending and other sewing, by the poor light of a kerosene lamp. The farmhouse had no electricity, and no telephone.
One night Lucille was at the stove preparing supper when old Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Startled, Lucille jumped aside and told him to behave. Later, after Johnny and Mother Glenn had gone to bed, Lucille decided to return home. She put her few belongings in a sack, slipped quietly out of the house, and walked home to her parents---a distance of several miles.
There she found her older sister Greta, who had just ended a job elsewhere. She told Greta what had happened. Greta said she could handle Johnny Glenn, packed her few belongings, and walked to the Glenn farm. Sure enough, one day when Mother Glenn was out of the kitchen, and Greta was busy at the stove, Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Not entirely surprised, after what Lucille had told her, Greta grabbed an empty, heavy cast iron skillet and hit old Johnny soundly atop the head. "Try that again, and I'll hit you twice as hard!" she warned him. He behaved after that. You go, Greta!
On 12 September 1918, John registered for the military draft. He was 44, medium height, slender build, blue eyes, brown hair, a farmer. (The war ended two months later.)
Jack is shown here as a young boy (center) with his parents and siblings in 1880---sometime between the birth of baby Beulah on March 27th and Annie's death from diphtheria on October 18th. Julia is standing between her parents, behind Jack; in front, from left: the ill-fated Annie, Nelson on his mother's lap, Jack, baby Beulah on her father's lap, and Burton.
In my grandfather Jack Dutton's job as a rural mail postman in the early 1900s at Alden, Iowa, he talked to many neighbors, and thus found out when someone wanted to hire some labor. He was wont to come home and tell one of his three daughters: "You start work tomorrow as a hired girl for Johnny Glenn."
When the Titanic sank in 1912, books were immediately written & published about the disaster. Jack ordered a boxful of the books, which he peddled one by one to the residents on his rural mail route as he delivered their mail to them. What he was doing was in defiance of postal regulations for its employees, and his wife Bertha feared he would be fired if the Alden postmaster heard what he was doing.
Jack put his youngest daughter, my mother Lucille, to work at the age of seven, picking strawberries at a berry farm for two cents per box (I don't know how big the box was). That would have been around 1909.
Lucille was in her late teens when he hired her out to bachelor farmer Johnny Glenn, who lived with his widowed mother. At night, after supper dishes were washed and dried, elderly Mother Glenn expected Lucille to do endless mending and other sewing, by the poor light of a kerosene lamp. The farmhouse had no electricity, and no telephone.
One night Lucille was at the stove preparing supper when old Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Startled, Lucille jumped aside and told him to behave. Later, after Johnny and Mother Glenn had gone to bed, Lucille decided to return home. She put her few belongings in a sack, slipped quietly out of the house, and walked home to her parents---a distance of several miles.
There she found her older sister Greta, who had just ended a job elsewhere. She told Greta what had happened. Greta said she could handle Johnny Glenn, packed her few belongings, and walked to the Glenn farm. Sure enough, one day when Mother Glenn was out of the kitchen, and Greta was busy at the stove, Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Not entirely surprised, after what Lucille had told her, Greta grabbed an empty, heavy cast iron skillet and hit old Johnny soundly atop the head. "Try that again, and I'll hit you twice as hard!" she warned him. He behaved after that. You go, Greta!
On 12 September 1918, John registered for the military draft. He was 44, medium height, slender build, blue eyes, brown hair, a farmer. (The war ended two months later.)
John Clinton "Jack" Dutton Jr. was the second of four sons of John Clinton Dutton & Mary Elizabeth Nott. He married December 9, 1896, at the home of the bride's parents at Union, Iowa, to Bertha Alice Shutes, eldest daughter of Zachary Taylor "Taylor" Shutes & Eldora Blanch "Dora" Davis. Jack & Bertha had 6 children: Ethel Blanch, Greta May, Lucille Eleanor, Wendell Arthur, John Taylor, and George Davis Dutton.
Jack is shown here as a young boy (center) with his parents and siblings in 1880---sometime between the birth of baby Beulah on March 27th and Annie's death from diphtheria on October 18th. Julia is standing between her parents, behind Jack; in front, from left: the ill-fated Annie, Nelson on his mother's lap, Jack, baby Beulah on her father's lap, and Burton.
In my grandfather Jack Dutton's job as a rural mail postman in the early 1900s at Alden, Iowa, he talked to many neighbors, and thus found out when someone wanted to hire some labor. He was wont to come home and tell one of his three daughters: "You start work tomorrow as a hired girl for Johnny Glenn."
When the Titanic sank in 1912, books were immediately written & published about the disaster. Jack ordered a boxful of the books, which he peddled one by one to the residents on his rural mail route as he delivered their mail to them. What he was doing was in defiance of postal regulations for its employees, and his wife Bertha feared he would be fired if the Alden postmaster heard what he was doing.
Jack put his youngest daughter, my mother Lucille, to work at the age of seven, picking strawberries at a berry farm for two cents per box (I don't know how big the box was). That would have been around 1909.
Lucille was in her late teens when he hired her out to bachelor farmer Johnny Glenn, who lived with his widowed mother. At night, after supper dishes were washed and dried, elderly Mother Glenn expected Lucille to do endless mending and other sewing, by the poor light of a kerosene lamp. The farmhouse had no electricity, and no telephone.
One night Lucille was at the stove preparing supper when old Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Startled, Lucille jumped aside and told him to behave. Later, after Johnny and Mother Glenn had gone to bed, Lucille decided to return home. She put her few belongings in a sack, slipped quietly out of the house, and walked home to her parents---a distance of several miles.
There she found her older sister Greta, who had just ended a job elsewhere. She told Greta what had happened. Greta said she could handle Johnny Glenn, packed her few belongings, and walked to the Glenn farm. Sure enough, one day when Mother Glenn was out of the kitchen, and Greta was busy at the stove, Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Not entirely surprised, after what Lucille had told her, Greta grabbed an empty, heavy cast iron skillet and hit old Johnny soundly atop the head. "Try that again, and I'll hit you twice as hard!" she warned him. He behaved after that. You go, Greta!
On 12 September 1918, John registered for the military draft. He was 44, medium height, slender build, blue eyes, brown hair, a farmer. (The war ended two months later.)
Jack is shown here as a young boy (center) with his parents and siblings in 1880---sometime between the birth of baby Beulah on March 27th and Annie's death from diphtheria on October 18th. Julia is standing between her parents, behind Jack; in front, from left: the ill-fated Annie, Nelson on his mother's lap, Jack, baby Beulah on her father's lap, and Burton.
In my grandfather Jack Dutton's job as a rural mail postman in the early 1900s at Alden, Iowa, he talked to many neighbors, and thus found out when someone wanted to hire some labor. He was wont to come home and tell one of his three daughters: "You start work tomorrow as a hired girl for Johnny Glenn."
When the Titanic sank in 1912, books were immediately written & published about the disaster. Jack ordered a boxful of the books, which he peddled one by one to the residents on his rural mail route as he delivered their mail to them. What he was doing was in defiance of postal regulations for its employees, and his wife Bertha feared he would be fired if the Alden postmaster heard what he was doing.
Jack put his youngest daughter, my mother Lucille, to work at the age of seven, picking strawberries at a berry farm for two cents per box (I don't know how big the box was). That would have been around 1909.
Lucille was in her late teens when he hired her out to bachelor farmer Johnny Glenn, who lived with his widowed mother. At night, after supper dishes were washed and dried, elderly Mother Glenn expected Lucille to do endless mending and other sewing, by the poor light of a kerosene lamp. The farmhouse had no electricity, and no telephone.
One night Lucille was at the stove preparing supper when old Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Startled, Lucille jumped aside and told him to behave. Later, after Johnny and Mother Glenn had gone to bed, Lucille decided to return home. She put her few belongings in a sack, slipped quietly out of the house, and walked home to her parents---a distance of several miles.
There she found her older sister Greta, who had just ended a job elsewhere. She told Greta what had happened. Greta said she could handle Johnny Glenn, packed her few belongings, and walked to the Glenn farm. Sure enough, one day when Mother Glenn was out of the kitchen, and Greta was busy at the stove, Johnny came up behind her and tried to fondle her breasts. Not entirely surprised, after what Lucille had told her, Greta grabbed an empty, heavy cast iron skillet and hit old Johnny soundly atop the head. "Try that again, and I'll hit you twice as hard!" she warned him. He behaved after that. You go, Greta!
On 12 September 1918, John registered for the military draft. He was 44, medium height, slender build, blue eyes, brown hair, a farmer. (The war ended two months later.)
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