'an, v. -Jual I galuclll icific what was once her father's drug cars, store. She celebrated her 87th main birthday there in January. "We had a great view before was they built Holman's," she says, r life , pointing to a photograph taken at is by her father. The shot was and taken from the towers of an old stable that once crossed Grand - Avenue just above Lighthouse. It shows a few small buiidings nestled in a forest. Forest de Vaughn's is on Canneq Row? There used to be a beach there - Macabee Beach. We learned to swim at Macabee Beach." Then there was school. Gladys, her sister Winifred and her brother Floyd wore rubber boots to walk from their house to the school building, located where the Robert Down School is now. "It was just called the Pacific Grove School," Gladys said. "The "They cleared away the trees for all this progress" had a Japanese houseboy who served tea." There were no cars when Gladys was a child. She rode the horse car from Pacific Grove to Monterey for a nickel or she rode her bike. "Our whole family rode bikes. I rode with my teacher to learn my multiplication tables." Pacific Grove may have been a dry, camp meeting town, but Mrs. York remembers the festive occasions. At Christmas, there / were lavish parties put on by / Captain William Reed of the Presidio. Avenue is the western edge of town. "Grand Avenue was the main street then," she says. "A ravine came down above Greenwood Park. There were polywogs. There was a forest behind us, too, but they had cleared the trees away for all this progress." She waves her hand towards the window. "Call it progress if you Will." Gladys was born in 1891, the same year the Holmans came to town. Her parents, who became close friends with the Holmans, had mQved to town a few years earlier from San Francisco for her father's health. Her father, Charles Kirkham Tuttle, was the sixth licensed pharmacist in the state. He ran the town's drug store, took thousands of photographs of the growing town, played the organ at St. Mary's and operated the town's first telephone office. He used square nails when he built the family home above the drug store. His daughter remembers growing up in the village of Pacific Grove as a lot of fun. One of her earliest memories is of riding the broom while Cecil, the clean-up man, was trying to sweep the sidewalk in front of the store. Naturally, she has a photograph. It shows a laughing, dark-haired child of about three. Then there was swimming in the ocean. "You know where Neil officers at the Presidio sent their children there because it had the highest rating of any sc hool in the area." c Gladys was interested in music and art, neither of which were taught at the Pacific Grove School. She lived for the Summer School of Music held by James Hamilton Howe in the old Chataqua houses. "We had a chorus of young children," she says. "We dressed in , white dresses and sang at the "Saturday Ifights: were all open. Pe, around and the m Methodist Church." To Mrs. York, who learied to play the piano and viola and became a music teacher, Pacific Grove was a musical town. ; "There was a park -..rhere Holman's is now," she 1 ecalls. "Pacific Grove had a ban 1 that played there on Saturday rights. All the stores would be open and people just walked around and the music played. " "We would dance up here," she adds, laughing. "It was just a village clown. You knew everybo#y on the streets. The woman used t, have days at home when they Earved tea to the people who called. We "It was like a fox hunt," she says. "He rode horseback with the Navy officer at the head of the parade. The guests followed in coaches in procession around the 17-Mile Drive to the log lodge at Pebble Beach." Then there were the annual winter mussel bakes at Lovers Point Beach put on by Mr. Smith, who had the bathhouse. "Those were festive occasions too they were in the winter when all : "The stores ople just walked lusic played" the tourists had gone home." Mrs. York was initiated early into the political matters of the town. Her father was a coun- cilmember and her uncle, Dr. Oliver Smith Trimmer, was a mayor. When Gladys was older, she became friends with Julia Platt, Pacific Grove's fiery woman mayor who once took an axe to a fence that had been put up to keep the public out of the bathhouse at Lovers Point. "That's a true story," Mrs. York says. "She really did that." She calls Julia Platt "a very decided spinster lady." "4. -4,1.ik·'¢114*- 15%2'47¢4; 41011-1 . 1 4 *f F. /)46-24#M 1, t 1- . i -4 4.2# Al - . -3-2- :Lw.'0 4 r.. + i , Itc,reft€ i: , OCR Text: 'an, v. -Jual I galuclll icific what was once her father's drug cars, store. She celebrated her 87th main birthday there in January. "We had a great view before was they built Holman's," she says, r life , pointing to a photograph taken at is by her father. The shot was and taken from the towers of an old stable that once crossed Grand - Avenue just above Lighthouse. It shows a few small buiidings nestled in a forest. Forest de Vaughn's is on Canneq Row? There used to be a beach there - Macabee Beach. We learned to swim at Macabee Beach." Then there was school. Gladys, her sister Winifred and her brother Floyd wore rubber boots to walk from their house to the school building, located where the Robert Down School is now. "It was just called the Pacific Grove School," Gladys said. "The "They cleared away the trees for all this progress" had a Japanese houseboy who served tea." There were no cars when Gladys was a child. She rode the horse car from Pacific Grove to Monterey for a nickel or she rode her bike. "Our whole family rode bikes. I rode with my teacher to learn my multiplication tables." Pacific Grove may have been a dry, camp meeting town, but Mrs. York remembers the festive occasions. At Christmas, there / were lavish parties put on by / Captain William Reed of the Presidio. Avenue is the western edge of town. "Grand Avenue was the main street then," she says. "A ravine came down above Greenwood Park. There were polywogs. There was a forest behind us, too, but they had cleared the trees away for all this progress." She waves her hand towards the window. "Call it progress if you Will." Gladys was born in 1891, the same year the Holmans came to town. Her parents, who became close friends with the Holmans, had mQved to town a few years earlier from San Francisco for her father's health. Her father, Charles Kirkham Tuttle, was the sixth licensed pharmacist in the state. He ran the town's drug store, took thousands of photographs of the growing town, played the organ at St. Mary's and operated the town's first telephone office. He used square nails when he built the family home above the drug store. His daughter remembers growing up in the village of Pacific Grove as a lot of fun. One of her earliest memories is of riding the broom while Cecil, the clean-up man, was trying to sweep the sidewalk in front of the store. Naturally, she has a photograph. It shows a laughing, dark-haired child of about three. Then there was swimming in the ocean. "You know where Neil officers at the Presidio sent their children there because it had the highest rating of any sc hool in the area." c Gladys was interested in music and art, neither of which were taught at the Pacific Grove School. She lived for the Summer School of Music held by James Hamilton Howe in the old Chataqua houses. "We had a chorus of young children," she says. "We dressed in , white dresses and sang at the "Saturday Ifights: were all open. Pe, around and the m Methodist Church." To Mrs. York, who learied to play the piano and viola and became a music teacher, Pacific Grove was a musical town. ; "There was a park -..rhere Holman's is now," she 1 ecalls. "Pacific Grove had a ban 1 that played there on Saturday rights. All the stores would be open and people just walked around and the music played. " "We would dance up here," she adds, laughing. "It was just a village clown. You knew everybo#y on the streets. The woman used t, have days at home when they Earved tea to the people who called. We "It was like a fox hunt," she says. "He rode horseback with the Navy officer at the head of the parade. The guests followed in coaches in procession around the 17-Mile Drive to the log lodge at Pebble Beach." Then there were the annual winter mussel bakes at Lovers Point Beach put on by Mr. Smith, who had the bathhouse. "Those were festive occasions too they were in the winter when all : "The stores ople just walked lusic played" the tourists had gone home." Mrs. York was initiated early into the political matters of the town. Her father was a coun- cilmember and her uncle, Dr. Oliver Smith Trimmer, was a mayor. When Gladys was older, she became friends with Julia Platt, Pacific Grove's fiery woman mayor who once took an axe to a fence that had been put up to keep the public out of the bathhouse at Lovers Point. "That's a true story," Mrs. York says. "She really did that." She calls Julia Platt "a very decided spinster lady." "4. -4,1.ik·'¢114*- 15%2'47¢4; 41011-1 . 1 4 *f F. /)46-24#M 1, t 1- . i -4 4.2# Al - . -3-2- :Lw.'0 4 r.. i , Itc,reft€ i: , Heritage Society of Pacific Grove,Historical Collections,Names of People about town,C through D File Names,C.K. Tuttle,TUTTLE, C.K._016.pdf,TUTTLE, C.K._016.pdf 1 Page 1, Tags: C.K._016.PDF,TUTTLE, TUTTLE, C.K._016.pdf 1 Page 1