Christopher Cody M.D.
William Alex Frazer, M.D.
George A. Jutila,. M.D.
Russel Pardoe,. M.D.
Jerold E. Phelps,. M.D.
Stanwood Schmidt M.D
Jack Walsh M.D.




2006-2007 DEDICATION

Christopher Cody, M.D. arrived in Eureka in 1980, shortly after finishing 2 years of a pediatric infectious disease fellowship at UCLA with the plan of “trying it out for a year”. Well, he’s been here ever since. Chris was born in Milwaukee Wisconsin, and lived and studied there until graduating medical school at the University of Wisconsin in 1974. He did his internship, residency and fellowship training at UCLA medical center, and then joined 2 pediatricians, Drs. Rosenberg and Antony, in their small rural pediatric practice in Eureka . Chris was instrumental in fostering the growth of Eureka Pediatrics from a small single 3-doctor-office with 5 employees into a practice that now has 5 pediatricians and 2 nurse practitioners, runs two offices (as well as an outreach clinic in Redway), and employs over 20 people.
The contributions Chris has made to the community have been varied and longstanding. He has put in countless hundreds of hours in community projects such as the Community Health Alliance, the IPA, and the Foundation for Medical Care. In 1986 he started on the board of trustees for general hospital, and subsequently joined the board of trustees at the Humboldt-Del Norte Medical Society. For 5 years, starting in 1995 he served on the board of trustees for St Joseph Hospital. After serving for a year on the board of trustees for the Humboldt-Del Norte Independent Practice Association and the Humboldt – Del Norte Foundation for Medical Care, in 1996 he became president of both. From 2000-2002 he acted as C.E.O. for the HDN Foundation for medical care and for the HDN IPA. Initially, Chris saw the IPA as way for physicians to band together to have better bargaining power for insurance contracts. Now he sees it as an organization that can do more, such as help physicians improve the quality of care they deliver. “We are working on a transformation of the IPA from a contracting organization to something that will help us practice better medicine, through outcomes management.”
Chris has been on the board of directors of the Community Health Alliance since 2000. “My dream is that the community health alliance could be the seed that would grow into a local health care product that would be our own, maybe with a local health care district, with control over the hospitals, our own insurance product, …a quality, affordable product.”
While practicing at Eureka Pediatrics, Chris became frustrated with the lack of affordable, available counseling for children in the area. Three years ago, with a significant personal investment, Chris opened “Covered Bridge”, a counseling and medical care center designed to serve the needs of children and families with mental illness and emotional problems. “There is an artificial divide between mental health and medical care, and Covered Bridge tries to bring those two together.” There is a shortage of counselors in this area and since it’s inception, Covered Bridge has been running full tilt to keep up with the demand for services. “We can handle the types of children and families that end up not being welcome at other practices due to the tendency to miss appointments and the other issues that accompany mental illness.” “The ability to provide prescriptions and counseling in a timely fashion in the same organization adds to the quality of care we can provide.”
Outside of the realm of medicine Chris has contributed as well. From 1990-1993 he served on the school board for the South Bay district, and he has been appointed by the board of supervisors to serve on the Advisory Committee on Access to Medical Care. He coached youth soccer for many years while his children were active in local sports.
Chris and his wife Annette raised their 2 children here. Kate and Matt are now in graduate school and college, respectively.
Chris is an avid athlete, and sports have always been a large part of his life. He has participated in local basketball leagues, softball, volleyball, soccer, golf, tennis, and hiking. In his world travels he has set foot on every continent and has most recently been to Chile and Eastern Europe. His current goal is to hike to the top of Mt. Kilamanjaro. In light of all the challenges Chris has already surmounted, we are lucky there is still a mountain high enough to inspire him.




In the late 1980's and early 1990's health care reform were the national buzzwords. Although most of us on the North Coast were aware of what was happening “out there,” we felt quite comfortable behind our Redwood Curtain. There had been no penetration of managed care organization sup here, and although we knew that it was only a matter of time, we remained naive to what was involved.
It was during those days that Alex Frazer began to get very active in medical society affairs, having moved up to the North Coast from San Diego in 1987. Almost immediately, he began to urge his fellow physicians to get more involved in the direction of health care delivery. Alex was always interested in the larger picture. “How can we make the system better?” “What can we, as physicians do, to improve the delivery of services, before some one decides for us?” “We, as physicians must take charge of our future, and not be dictated to by a bunch of administrative bean counters.”
It was toward those ends that he helped organize the access to care committee, had a phone-in radio show, and started seriously researching how we could control our own futures in the face of revolutionary change in health care delivery. He served as president of the Medical Society from 1994-95, and it was during his tenure that Humboldt-Del Norte physicians formed the IPA, and took the early steps toward forming a community based health plan for local businesses and employers.
He performed all of these duties while maintaining a full-time Physical Medicine & Rehab practice, and owning and operating a 140 acre dairy farm in Ferndale. The range of his interests and energy was enormous: besides the dairy farm, his radio talk show and his medical practice he had a fine collection of cars, a pilot’s license, a boat, and served as a CMA delegate as well as holding multiple offices on multiple committees within the medical society.
Unfortunately, all of these things came at a price, and in 1990 he developing cardiomyopathy, and underwent heart transplantation in the Spring of that year. Ultimately, this would claim his life and Alex passed away in October, 1996, leaving behind his wife, Susan Kenyon, and many saddened colleagues.
In recognition of all of the many contributions to the betterment of the Humboldt-Del Norte Medical Society, performed by Alex Frazer, we gratefully dedicate this year’s Physician Directory.

By Stephen Kamelgarn, M. D.


The 2003-2004 Physician Membership Resource Directory is dedicated to Dr Jutila, a man who has moved broadly within our medical community that his name has the recognition of a statesman.

Shortly after his post graduate education with the air force, George, moved to our County in July of 1964. He joined the medical office of both Dr Fred Olson and Dr Garvin Goble, which latter came to be known as Fortuna Family Medical Group Inc. This has been the only practice Dr Jutila’s career has ever known. Being an advocate of lifelong learning, George has maintained his re-certification current ever since the Family Practice Board began the concept of issuing time limited certificates in 1970.

George is a visionary who years before their time, saw the potential of computer technologies in providing the infrastructure for enhancing all of our practices. But his strongest drive continues to be the vision when patients and their corresponding physicians will be restored to their rightful role within our medical system. George will give on the dream when the delivery of relevant and timely medical care will be affordable by all members of our society including our government.

All his colleagues have seen his commitment to organized medicine. At every level of medicine (as medical staff member of, Redwood Memorial Hospital, County Medical Society, and the California Medical Association) George has left his contributing fingerprint. Currently serving us as a representative and treasurer of the Solo & Small Group Practice Forum of the C.M.A. Much credit is owed to this colleague of ours who seeks any opportunity to keep us updated on relevant issues

His involvement in our community is also profound. As an Airman Medical Examiner, he has gained the reputation in our County of providing consultations on the management of our airports, especially after he established an organization with a non-profit 501c3 status in 1998. AVI8CANDO stands for Aviation Community Advisory and New Development Organization. As its mission, it promotes all avenues of aviation but also operates a youth educational program. Students in school ages 12-19 years of age, complete course and flight training to earn the private pilot certificate. Each student (and parents) signs a contract promising to remain in school and maintain at least a "C" grade in all subjects. No use of alcohol, drugs, tobacco, or involvement in any gang activity is permitted.

George is not one who openly speaks of his private life. Last year his health became fragile and resulted in a cardiovascular surgical procedure. He has since recovered and now working harder than ever before! We all continue to wish George well in his pursuit of balance between his lifestyle and his own personal health. He is the father of 5 children and a growing list of grandchildren. Married to Sylvia, who has been the key to the successful leadership of the local chapter of the American Cancer Society.

George, along with Sylvia are going to start their retirement process this year. George has consented to "slow down", although no one ever expects him to pull away completely from the field of medicine. This phase of his life may feel strange to George whose medical career has validated who he is. During the month of September, George will be involved in a humanitarian project through the Rotary International Organization in one of the poorest areas of western Jamaica. He will extent his caring heart and hand through one of the clinics there. His fellow Rotarians have already honored him in the past with the "Service above self" award and this year with the "Four Avenues of Service" award by his local Fortuna sunrise club.

Today, George, your medical colleagues have elected to honor you too.

by Ruben Brinckhaus, M.D


My father, Dr. Russel Pardoe, moved to Eureka, Ca in 1979, and with his move and subsequent 31 years in practice here, established a tradition of excellence in plastic surgery that provided wonderful care to thousands of patients in the North Coast.  Prior to his arrival, there had not been an established long-term plastic surgeon in the history of Humboldt County.  He quickly established a comprehensive practice that provided a broad spectrum of care. 
    He served as the Director of the Burn Center at Santa Clara Valley, and was on the faculty at Stanford University where he helped bring an expertise in burn care and trauma treatment that benefited many local burn and trauma victims.  He brought years of experience from his travels with Interplast to Mexico and Central America treating cleft lip and palate in children.  He subsequently transformed the lives of many children here on the North Coast with his surgical reconstructions that allowed them to lead happy lives.  He excelled not only with the reconstructive cases but cosmetic surgery as well.  He was able to perform an incredible array of surgical cases that is unmatched when compared to the modern plastic surgeon.  
    He loved his practice on the North Coast, and established many a special relationship with his patients.  Whether it was a home visit to check a paralyzed patient’s pressure ulcer, or a home visit for one of his cosmetic post-op patients, he always managed to make it an enjoyable social occasion – often with his dedicated nurse Cathy at his side.  He especially cherished the working relationships he had with many of the physicians in the community, and I remember growing up hearing about his day’s work and the many doctors who enlivened it. 
    For a large portion of his career, he was the only plastic surgeon in town.   He made a commitment to always be available in cases when his expertise was needed, and I am sure that nary an ER doctor heard a discouraging or irritated word during those times when they called him for assistance.  He had a remarkable ability to adapt to the situation and be the perfect gentleman no matter the hour or how big or little the problem. 
    A dedication to Dr Russel Pardoe would not be complete without mentioning his adventurous youth and exploits.  He made two trips to the Antarctic in the 1960’s.  The first trip was when he performed two emergency brain surgeries to save a fellow sailor who suffered a cerebral hemorrhage during the brutal Antarctic winter.   He was one year out of medical school and had never seen neurosurgery performed previously; he even went so far as to test some rudimentary equipment he put together on a dead seal.  After the surgeries, it was 3 months of caring for his patient in primitive conditions in the Antarctic winter before the weather improved and the patient could be flown out to an Australian hospital.   He deservedly received the MBE award from the Queen Elizabeth II for his skill and courage.  The fellow whose life he saved sent regular thank you letters for many years. 
    The second Antarctic trip was on a 60 foot sailing boat, the Patanela, a far cry from today’s cruise ships.  In other experiences, he also sailed the Pacific and worked on several Pacific islands as medical officer, traveled across Russia via the Trans-Siberian express with a fellow medical graduate, sailed as the ship’s doctor from England to Australia, and served in an Australian commando regiment as a medical officer. 
    While covering a friend’s practice in a remote part of Australia, he met the lovely woman who would become his lovely wife, Sylvia.  Their life together and raising of four sons took them to the United States where he became “the oldest living resident” at Stanford before moving to Eureka to go into private practice.
    He loves his life in Humboldt, and the many friends he has made over the years.  He enjoyed going on ski trips with his sons up to Mt. Bachelor, and he especially enjoyed taking trips to the Trinity Alps with great friends like Bruce Emad. These trips were notorious for featuring a large amount of good food, wine, and laughs.  
    His goal to practice until he reached the age of 80 years old was recently cut a couple of years short by retirement, due to brain cancer. He has left a legacy in plastic surgery which the 3 current plastic surgeons in Humboldt County hope to continue to emulate and uphold.  Of course, as I have learned in my eight years of practice with my father, Dr. Russel Pardoe is a tough act to follow.
Written  By:  Anton Pardoe and Mark Pardoe, M.D.

2001-2002 Membership Directory Dedication


Pt. I
Written by Bill Hunter, M.D.

This edition of the Medical Society directory is dedicated to physician who truly embodies the ideals of the rural family practitioner. For over 45 years Jerry Phelps has cared for the medical needs of the people of southern Humboldt, northern Mendocino, and western Trinity counties.

Jerry arrived in Garberville in 1955 shortly after the small hospital was added to the medical center. He essentially built it up and make it go. He and his partner bought the hospital in 1960 and renamed it Southern Humboldt Community Hospital. They ran it for 20 years until the hospital district was created in 1979. In 1997 the board of directors renamed it once more and it is now known as Jerold Phelps Community Hospital.

Trained as a surgeon, Jerry and a series of partners were able to handle medical problems ranging from trauma from the mills and rural life to obstetrics to bowel resections and cholecystectomies. He developed a reputation among his colleagues for being a good, careful surgeon and a thoughtful diagnostician. He developed a large and devoted following of patients from all segments of the population.

Medical times changed during Jerry's sojourn in southern Humboldt county, as did the culture and the economy. Throughout the changes he remained a perfect gentleman and cared for the needs of all the region's citizens. He was responsible for the real world training of a number of young doctors who came to town and was always willing to get up at night an help put in a dislocated shoulder, sew a finger back on, or help with a difficult birth.

He raised a family of four sons and a daughter - two of his sons followed him into family practice (Mark currently is the mainstay of medical care in Garberville) and that is quite a tribute in itself. Somehow he also found time to do a little ranching and quite a bit of gardening. He developed a passion for bamboo and Japanese gardening as he grew older.

Community service outside his profession was also important. Jerry was a member of the Rotary Club of Garberville and served as its president for a term.

Times are different now. Rural hospitals a struggling to survive all over the country. The ascension of specialty care and the developement of hi-tech medical treatments have made small rural hospitals redefine their mission. Young doctors are no longer willing to make the kind of commitment required to keep the old style of practice going. For better or for worse, time marches on. But those of us who have been lucky enough to work with Jerry Phelps have been blessed with a wonderful example of the old time country doctor. And we are better for it.

Pt. II

Written by Mark Phelps

When my father called me that evening twenty years ago in Sacramento to tell me there was an opening, again, for a doctor in Garberville, my wife and I together had many reasons for moving back to my small home town a year after I had finished my residency. The main consideration was then, and has continued to always be, the anticipation of working in the same office as my father. As I look back on all of the years we have now spent together a couple of unexpected realizations stand out as to the kind of doctor he has always been and as to the nature of the practice of medicine in general.

For most of my growing up, I had no other experience of rural doctors except for Dad and, primarily, his long-time surgeon partner Jack Pearson. He and Jack, with a rare (and frequently brief) association with a third practitioner, covered the emergency room as well as emergency surgery and anesthesia seven days a week as well as working the outpatient clinic Monday though Friday. Even in the evenings when Jack would be watching the emergency room, Dad had to be available and was often called on to administer anesthesia for Jack, or to do the emergency surgery itself, or to help with a particularly severe trauma in the ER, or a tricky dislocation. Ground ambulance to Eureka was two hours as there was no freeway north of here and air ambulance was only a thing of the future. Vacations for our family all of those years, in my mind, simply meant summer vacation from school and my brothers and sister and I just spent every summer swimming in the river and having the usual childhood adventures on our property in the country. It was rare to even leave town and that usually meant a quick four day weekend trip once a year to Lompoc, where most of my father's family still lived. As I watched medicine change and even think back to when I was first back in Garberville in 1981, I realize how utterly impossible it would be to talk any doctor into committing for an indefinite number of years to come. Incidently, even the occasional third partner who would come and inevitably go would never be a physician with the type of experience and skill to do the sorts of emergency surgery, difficult emergency room cases, let alone the anesthesia needed to keep this busy hospital going even over-night. Even those days, theoretically, when Dad could relax, the telephone inevitably would ring and there would be an emergency appendectomy or amputation or GI bleed to deal with, as transferring to Eureka was simply not done for those cases. I am sure that Dad realized what a uniquely stressful commitment he had undertaken, but never in all of the years I was growing up did I hear one complaint or harsh word when the phone would ring again, just after or even during dinner, an off he would go once again to perhaps return before we went to bed or perhaps not.

The other rather unexpected realization began to come to me about 10 years after being here when I began to reflect how the nature of my practice, even though it did not include much surgery by then, had so profoundly been affected by his teaching. My father is a quiet and gentle instructor, one of the most nonjudgmental people I have ever been privileged to know. Even in the face of gross ineptitude, which I am sure I frequently exhibited in those first years, he would patiently explain how a better method of accomplishing this goal might be... I remember after being there for years, trying to think back on the instructions, lessons and experience I gained in my residency in Sacramento, and trying to compare that with what I was actually doing here. Certainly all of my surgical skills, often limited to minor abdominal procedures or Cesarian sections, I truly learned with my father "assisting". Even the basics of wound closure, I realized had been poorly conveyed to me in residency, but a careful and meticulous surgeon with decades of experience could gently show me by example and instruction on the most "tissue friendly" method in which to handle wounds. A lot of Dad's surgical training and philosophy were aimed toward plastic surgery and that idea was always in the background of his care and treatment of human tissue. Furthermore, the whole open minded and calm approach to the practice of medicine and the treatment of illness quickly became a cornerstone of my continuing to learn and develop as a doctor and continues to this day. If indeed, learning on the job is inevitable what occurs in any long term career I could have never hoped for a better, more superior teacher to have learned under than my father. His opinion, in staff meetings and in the clinic, is still as valued and powerful today as it has ever been. And I take tremendous pride in even attempting to follow in his very large footsteps.



Our 1999-2000 edition of the Humboldt-Del Norte County Medical Society’s Physician Membership Directory was dedicated to a local physician who has justifiably been called the ?Vasectomy King?, Dr. Stanwood Schmidt.
Stan, for those of you who don’t already know, was a pioneer in the field of reproductive urology. It has been said that he knows more about the Vas Deferens than anyone else in the world. He has personally done more than 7,000 successful vasectomies, has lectured in Mexico City and Sidney, and has demonstrated his fail-safe technique throughout the world.
He first opened his office in Eureka in 1950, and in 1954 was awarded the Joseph McCarthy award of the Western Section of the American Urological Association for original research. At that time he also received two grants from the Rockefeller Institute to develop a technique for vasectomy reversal. From this work he has written chapters in 20 books and over 88 original publications. His vasectomy technique has now been adopted internationally. This is quite a feat for a Urologist working in a small town in Northern California.
Besides being an authority in reproductive Urology, Stan has been active in local affairs. He was one of the original forces leading the campaign for the fluoridation of Eureka water. He had an abiding interest in local history, logging in particular, and from this he helped found the Fort Humboldt Logging Museum in 1960.
His interest in horticulture led to his cultivating orchids (he has a large greenhouse of orchids on his property), and his suggestions led to a successful cloning of a redwood tree. His interest in rhododendrons led to the founding of the annual Rhododendron Festival and Parade.
Stan is a charter member of the Ingomar Club for which he served as its President and in other offices. He has been a member of the Maritime Museum and is a long time supporter of the Humboldt Crabs, he is also a member of the Semper Virens Masonic Lodge.
Stan was also very involved in local medical affairs, and the workings of the Humboldt-Del Norte Medical Society. At various times he served: as president of the Humboldt-Del Norte County Medical Society (1965), chief-of-staff of the General Hospital, and as a member of the first Board of Directors of the Northern California Community Blood Bank.




He bent over to pick up a 50 lb. boulder and n pain in his back and left leg. Five weeks of bed rest, several LESIs without relief, and then surgery. Thus, ended sixty years of medical practice; 57 years in Eureka between 1946 and 2003.
He is recovering nicely, but has realized how much he enjoyed the weeks of being at home and decided to close the office for good. Initially, he had planned to practice longer than Sam Burre
Jack Walsh was born in the Sequoia Hospital at 6th and H Street, Eureka, California, and was delivered by his uncle, Joe Walsh, who began practicing around 1910. He would return to join his uncle’s practice after both medical school and his service in the army during WWII.
His father was a grocer in Santa Barbara and the family moved to Eureka in 1900 to open a grocery store. It was located behind Partrick’s Candy for many years. His mother’s family members were miners in the Tehachapi area and they moved to Eureka about the same time, coming by Surrey and Spring Wagon. His father’s family had traveled by boat from San Francisco, but his mother’s family made it somewhat of a vacation--visiting with relatives and friends along the way as they traveled through the San Joaquin Valley, through Lake County, Blocksburg, Alderpoint, and on to Eureka
He attended high school at Eureka High School, where he played baseball, football, basketball, and joined the track team. Baseball was his favorite, and he was in the starting line up. He downplays his athletic ability saying that the real athlete was his older brother Joe, who was very serious about athletics.
Following high school, he attended Humboldt State University, and majored in Pre-Med, for two years, and then spent two years at UC-Berkeley. He was accepted to several Medical Schools and chose to attend the University of Louisville, Kentucky. “They had a very large indigent population with very busy clinics and lots of pathology, so I had great experience and training.”
The Second World War broke out shortly after he entered medical school in 1940. The curriculum was accelerated, and holidays and summer vacation were cancelled. He received his MD degree in 1943, and then after his Internship at the Southern Pacific Hospital in San Francisco, he joined the US Army. Most of his friends were shipped directly to Europe and ended up participating in the famous Battle of the Bulge. Fortunately, they all returned safely. Jack was sent to Alaska as a Hospital Commander. He thinks they chose to send him there because he had noted skiing as a hobby on his induction papers. (From what I know of the army, if they had seen that, it would have been off to the Sahara dessert!) “Fortunately, I had two good Sergeants and a Medical Administrator, and they kept things going until I learned all the AR’s (Army Regulations).” He learned the regulations well and in “no time we were winning all the base inspections.” To reward his troops for the good work he began giving them Wednesday afternoons off, but before long, the base commander got wind of it and didn’t take kindly to the hospital closing for the afternoon.
He has many great stories about his time in Alaska, but the one I enjoyed the most is the jet plane episode.
The military had four jet planes at the time, and they sent two to the Mojave Desert for testing and two to Alaska. From the ski slope, he and his buddies could look off to Ladd Field Air Base. They saw this plane take off and then circle and pass directly over them. The plane was a mile past them before the sound hit them; it was so loud, tremendous and dramatic that they all dove to the ground. “We did not know what was going on.”
Following his release from the Army, he returned to Eureka and joined his Uncle Joe Walsh in General Practice. There were only four specialists in the area at that time, so General Practice was very busy, demanding, and varied. He delivered about 100 babies a year for twenty years, gave anesthetics, set bones, performed Hernioraphies, Appendectomies, Hysterectomies, and other basic surgical procedures. Neurosurgery and other medical emergencies had to be evacuated by plane. They had a very efficient system and on one occasion, he was able to arrange a flight to Stanford for a young patient who was comatose from a subarachnoid bleed. In less than 30 minutes she was on the plane to Stanford. One nurse was arranging the ambulance, the other nurse was contacting the pilot, and he was on the phone to Stanford. Together they saved this young lady’s life.
While in Alaska, he had become an avid skier. When he returned a “group of local folks, including Charlie Daly, Paul Pellegrini, Mel Pinkham, and Eddie Koskella started skiing on Berry’s Summit. A ski club was formed and a rope tow was established by the club, and ran from about 1955 to 1970. Dr. Walsh and his family took over the operation and improved it, putting in electricity and grading the area. They ran it for twenty years and eventually sold it for one dollar. It would have been a successful enterprise if Horse Mountain had been another 1000 ft. higher, but at 5000 ft, the snow level was too unreliable. It closed for good a couple of years later. The episodes that he and his daughters tell about the rope tow and concessions shack had me holding my sides laughing. Long hair and loose scarves were risky. The girls ran the concessions stand and sold chili with beans and lemonade, and they were the only ones making money. Before the electricity was installed, the rope tow was powered by an old Buick. He jacked up one wheel and wrapped the rope around the rim. It worked well and no one was ever injured.
Jack loves to talk about the other physicians he has known throughout his career but it is very difficult to get him talking about his medical experiences, offices held, etc… He says what counts is how you take care of your patients—none of the other stuff. During the past years, I have seen many of his patients, and he was the physician for one of my staff for over twenty years. They were all devastated by his retirement, feeling it will be impossible to find anyone who cared as much as he did. What a wonderful legacy to leave.
Jack has several passions that he liked to talk about: Mary his wife of 50 years, his skiing, steelhead fishing, the family timber company, and his kids. Mary was his nurse, his companion, and the mother of their eleven children seven of whom live locally. Together, they purchased some “worthless clear cut land” and through careful stewardship, restored it and subsequently formed the Walsh Timber Company—more about that later. In addition to this property, they built a cabin in Squaw Valley, where he still enjoys skiing during the winter. The rest of the time, he loves to sail in the bay. His boat will sail in as little as a foot of water, so he can get everywhere and see all of the wildlife.
He is a passionate family man, and I want to share some of his words about his children with you:
J.D.: So, tell me a little bit about your kids and what they have gone on to do.
J.W.: Linda, my oldest, was going to be a schoolteacher. She fell in love with Kenny Bareilles from Rio Dell. She was a freshman and he was a senior at St. Bernards. We kept trying to shoo him off, but they got married at St. Bernards Church. Ken is still a lawyer, but he just loved trucks and logging. More recently he has given up on logging and is doing well as an attorney. Number two, Danny, was a supervisor and then on the coastal water commission. He is now a lobbyist in Sacramento. He and his wife were flying around with Schwarzenegger during his campaign. She is doing well as an attorney and Danny is doing well as a lobbyist. Number three, Mona, is married to Joe Pinochi. Mona has been a teacher at Freshwater for thirty years. The Pinochi’s used to have the Butternut Bakery here in town for many years. Next comes Patrick, who unfortunately was lost to drowning at age 3 1/2. The fifth was Rosie who married Ron Wahlund. He has been a stevedore since he was out of high school. Linda, my oldest was homecoming queen, Rosie was homecoming queen, and now my granddaughter Heidi Bareilles who is a pretty little black girl became homecoming queen over at St. Bernards also. Next, was Jackie. He might be the one that you met. He is about 6’ with a lighter complexion. Right now he probably weighs about 200, but he should weigh a little less, but he is still in good shape. He was really quite an outstanding athlete. He was on the team at CR that won the state championship. He was into real estate, but he has changed into doing appraisals and has been doing that for 12-15 years I guess. He was inducted into the Hall of Fame at CR. After Jackie, were the twins, Pat (who was named after his older brother) and Kitty. Kitty went to CR and lives in San Diego, where she met Lawrence Kathol from Santa Barbara. They have three kids. One is already in college. Pat was sort of a personality kid. They kicked him out of St. Bernards, but he talked his way back in. Then they kicked him out the second time and he could not get back in, so he finished up at Eureka High. He went to CR for a year. He just didn’t like school so he has been logging for us. We’re on our sixteenth year of logging. That’s another interesting thing, John. We bought this [land] before second growth redwood even came in as a building material, so we bought it at a real good low price. It had been logged in 1943. We bought it in probably 1953. We thought how nice it would be to log that during our lifetime, but we knew it would never happen. Well, Pat has been our logger and he has just finished up his sixteenth year of logging, selective logging. Clear cutting for a little outfit is really chancy. You clear cut it then you have to set it on fire and the fire gets away…With our selective logging, time and again people will go out there and they will want to know where we logged just while we are driving through it. It just turns from a thick forest to an open forest and really improves it. It is open and you can see. Some of the areas look like a park out there. So, anyway, that’s Pat. Then after Pat, came Lizzie. She is a schoolteacher. It took her about six years to become a teacher. She would go skiing at Squaw Valley and stay at our cabin, which we built there the summer after the Olympics. A lot of people built cabins in the summer of 1959 and rented their cabins out and came out really very good financially. We built our cabin in 1960 right after the Olympics. Lizzie lived there during the winters. She taught two or three years over there in the schools. Then she became a ski instructor. She lives in Squaw Valley now with her husband and two kids. Then came Heidi, number nine. We started Walsh Timber Company. We had to have officers so we had a popularity contest and Heidi got the most votes. Then Betsy got the next most votes. Then Pat got the third most votes. Heidi is the president of the corporation. Betsy is the vice president. Pat is the secretary/treasurer. It just turned out that Heidi has a really good knack for business. She can do things about three times as fast as I can. She usually gets them done right so we finally started paying her a salary here in the last year or so. The last one is Betsy. She was never too interested in being a schoolteacher or going to college too much. She was always working on the other girl’s hair, so I decided that she should be a hairdresser. She went ahead and got her degree in cosmetology. I think that she was a little put out that all the other kids had gotten into professions and such. So she then decided that she wanted to be a schoolteacher, so she went to HSU and got her degree. She never taught steady, but she teaches part-time to keep her degree up. I am really proud of all my kids.
I spent a little over 2 hours having lunch and talking with Jack and Mary about his life and retirement. During that time, three of his daughters and one grandchild stopped by to visit. It gave me a lump in my throat to see them together; the hugs and kisses for their mom and dad, their easy way with each other, and the pride of the girls in their parents was truly touching.
Jack Walsh is a wonderful and passionate man who has touched many lives with his caring and kindness. He always has a ready smile and a friendly word for everyone. The medical profession has lost a truly outstanding physician with the retirement of Jack Walsh, but remains better for what he gave to it.