La Verne Magazine
Spring 1999
"Defining Family"
If These Walls Could Talk, What a Tale They Would Tell
by Stacie N. Galang
photography by Juan Garcia
Opening the creaking door to another era, Betty Pittman goes back generations
as she shows off a child's christening gown stored in her father's traveling
trunk.
Like an amiable great-grandfather, this little white house with its
airy porch could spin a yarn about the days of yesteryear, the births and
deaths within its walls, the weddings in its shady summer yard. Inside,
it houses six generations of memorabilia passed down through the years,
a virtual candy store for the antique collector's delight.
If only these walls could speak.
For the young couple Betty and Don Pittman along with their two boys
who reside here, the house has served as something of a family member. Especially
for Betty, who moved back home when her mother died, this house once filled
the void left by her deceased parents.
Betty, 33, and Don, 34, acquired the house in 1990. Betty's mother died
three years before. Now, the house is for sale.
"It's been very sentimental," she says as she scans the room
and shares anecdotes about the antiques. "That trunk was in the garage.
That clock was in the garage. I found a picture in the basement."
Upon the living room's burgundy-colored carpet sits her dark wood antique
upright piano, a gift from her aunt for her seventh birthday, now a toy
for the boys to tinker. "It's just old stuff I found," she adds.
"That's the way my life's always been."
As she speaks, her 5-year old, Tyler, cuts paper scraps with scissors
from a red, blue and yellow weathered Ritz Cracker tin. Out of his hearing
she offers insight into his budding personality. "He likes to be the
center of attention." Her other son, Austin, naps.
"I was the only one," she says. "I was my mom's only
one of a lot of generations."
The sole child of her parents Hazel and James Banninger, Betty Joy's
family history in the house spans from the 1920s.
When great-great-grandmother Rachel Amanda Feathers Larimer came with
daughter-in-law great grandma Susan Elmira Zug Larimer, they could not have
envisioned six generations would continue in their newly built home until
close to the end of the century. Grandma Alida Larimer Harper eventually
took ownership of the house with husband Byrl Harper, a math teacher at
Bonita High School, now the site of Damien High School. They had two daughters,
Aunt Dee and Betty Joy's mom, Hazel.
Aunt Dee, a retired teacher herself, never married. She currently lives
in an assisted-living home, and Betty continues to care for her.
And so since their stint began as homeowners, the Pittmans have endeavored
to maintain its vintage look, no specific time period she says, just not
modern. "I've never tried to modernize it," she says. "We've
tried to make it look old."
The original refrigerator with ice box still remains, more of a display
than a functional food preserver. On the bookshelf sits a 1924 La Verne
College Yearbook, the Orange Blossom, within which a 1924 commencement handout
and college seniors class day program lie in nearly pristine condition.
Other ancient school yearbooks like it flank both sides.
Under a window in the dining area, two play rocking chairs sit in adornment.
The red one sports worn armrests that evince the natural wood from under
the red paint. Aunt Dee shared that they used to drag the chair with the
armrests in the dirt so they felt the brunt of the wear.
Despite their belief that the house needs to be kept faithful to its
original design, Betty and Don remember to enjoy it and let the children
be comfortable. "My boys use it," Betty says. "They rock
in it."
The house is not entirely without modern accouterments. But on occasion,
a unique discovery happens.
Several years ago, the bathroom was redone. In the process of repainting,
they found a box of razors circa 1954 and a large black matchbox left in
the crown molding.
In the garage, as she cleared out an old filing cabinet, Betty found
her grandpa's old boots. He died in 1971. "It was weird pulling out
boots with socks," she says.
One of her more interesting finds occurred when she discovered a newspaper
announcing Abraham Lincoln's assassination.
"I liked to share it and to show it to people, but I can't do that
anymore," Betty says. Its worn condition will not allow it any longer.
Among her more sentimental discoveries is a picture she found in the
basement of Grandma Alida Fern Larimer Harper and her sister Gladys Larimer.
The oval-beveled print, left under the house for years, needed cleaning
to preserve it, but now hangs in their bedroom next to the window. The soft
sunlight peers through the white lacy curtain to illuminate their round
little faces.
The picture, part photograph, part painting, with its soft muted pastels
on a light brown paper, characterizes two girls in white turn-of-the-century
dresses. Alida, probably 7 at the time, with long brown tubular locks curled
perfectly, sits, while Gladys, 4, stands to her right. Smileless and unnaturally
calm for girls their age, they offer a glimpse into Betty's family.
Across the room, an open black traveling trunk with a baby's white christening
gown sits like a display window on the wood floor. Like the trunks of its
generation, it splits open in the middle and stands three feet tall. The
left compartment served as a portable closet, but now its sole resident
hangs, a ghostly remnant of the past. The right side has four drawers with
a now grungy, faded pineapple print. Betty keeps her off-season pajamas
in it.
All throughout the house -- the bedrooms, the living room -- black and
white photos pervade, juxtaposed to the modern photos of Tyler and Austin.
And in the backyard, among the boys' wagons, dump trucks and swing set,
stand shady trees. Toward the back, beyond the deck, the orange tree Betty
and her father planted grows waiting to bear fruit for future generations.
Betty and Don have decided to leave their old family member to move
to Indiana where Don plans to transfer and have less of a commute. She believes
their lives will be simpler.
So their stint as La Verne homeowners will end shortly when the family
relocates to Indianapolis for Don's work as an aircraft mechanic for Federal
Express. Don started May 3.
In their beginning years as a couple, the house was more of a focal
point, Betty says. After the children, the house became less of a priority.
"It's important, but ... [my] boys are more important," she says.
As for the house, Betty concedes that she can sell it now. "I can take
all the stuff with me," she says.
And the most recent generation, their sons Tyler and Austin, have only
begun to appreciate the shady backyard orange trees planted by Betty and
her father. The memories are theirs to take, too. The house will remain
behind, spinning a silent yarn for those who wander over the wooden floors
and walk barefoot in the cool grassy backyard.
In one of their last opportunities to romp in their front yard, Austin
and Tyler play hide and go seek. On May 22, 1999, the Pittmans not only
moved their belongings but six generations of photos and stories from the
house.
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