This post is the first of a multipart series of posts on Dayton family sports interests. When you think of the activities the Dayton family are involved in, sports hardly ever comes to mind. The words Dayton and sports used in the same sentence is an oxymoron. We Daytons are […]
One of the Dayton-Family-History readers wrote to me, “Here’s a question for you… what was your recollection of growing up in a family of 5 kids? What memories stick out to you? Was the age gap a big deal? We’re you close as kids?” I don’t remember any complicated or […]
The Dayton brothers loved to hunt deer. Chip and Paul played “hooky” from work a couple times each fall to hunt, and they hunted most Saturdays and Thanksgiving day. They never hunted on a Sunday, but their minds may have drifted there during Sunday dinner. They were at home in […]
I never knew about my dad’s [Paul Dayton] military rank until I found it in a news clipping as I was researching him. Paul was the Navy’s equivalent of an Army Sergeant. He was a 1st Class Petty Officer. There are four grades of Petty officer, 3rd class being the […]
Christmas memories are some of the fondest of a lifetime full of memories. When I published a Sunday School Newsletter in Texas in the nineties, I asked the class to send me stories of their fondest Christmas memories. Here are some that I wrote for that newsletter. DFH Volume 1 […]
DFH Volume 1 Issue 24 By Jim Dayton From 3rd grade until I was a junior in high school, my dad, Paul Dayton, took me deer hunting on Thanksgiving morning. We’d drive one or two hours far into the heart of the Adirondack mountains, park the car by the side […]
DFH Volume 1 Issue 23 By Camilla [Dayton] Luckey, daughter of Rev. Charles and Josephine Dayton. AUGUST 2019: It was my high school 50th— Beekmantown Central, the sprawling, district school a few miles south of West Chazy on Rte. 22. Yes, class of ‘69, summer of love, Age of Aquarius, […]
DFH Volume 1 Issue 22 Dayton Brothers’ Lumber Company was an “environmentally green” company as early as the late 1950’s and early 1960’s. This was 30 years before we began to hear about “green” on a national scale. Besides their obvious cash crop of lumber, the brothers sold every scrap […]
DFH Volume 1 Issue 22 My dad [Paul Dayton, son of Wilber Thomas Dayton, Sr.] , often got out his cornet from the closet, wiped it off with a rag and began playing it at home when I was growing up. Occasionally, he played a cornet solo at church and […]
DFH Volume 1 Issue 17 My dad never told us kids about being injured when opening a barrel of pneumonia. And I never knew that pneumonia would burn your skin. It’s really a curious thing. I didn’t get so much as a little red spot on my skin when I […]
