George Augustus Hanks

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Relationship: Son of Ephraim Knowlton Hanks & Jane Maria Capener

George Augustus Hanks

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  • Born: (3 Jan 1868) (Park City, Summit, Utah, USA)
  • Died: (6 Jan 1929) (San Diego, San Diego, California, USA)
  • Buried: (9 Jan 1929) (Greenwood Memorial Park, San Diego, San Diego, California, USA)

Spouse

Melissa Jane Merrill m. (20 Dec 1900)

Spouse

Elizabeth Bennets m. (20 May 1905)

Parents

Ephraim Knowlton Hanks b. (21 Mar 1826) (Madison, Lake, Ohio, USA)
Jane Maria Capener b. (16 Oct 1840) (Drybrook, Delaware, New York, USA)

Siblings:

  1. William Albert Capener Hanks b. (17 Feb 1859), (Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA)
  2. Alice Maria Hanks b. (15 Jan 1861), (Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA)
  3. Sarah Elizabeth Hanks b. (10 Mar 1863), (Charleston, Wasatch, Utah, USA)
  4. Ephraim Knowlton Hanks b. (18 May 1865), (Charleston, Wasatch, Utah, USA)
  5. George Augustus Hanks b. (3 Jan 1868), (Park City, Summit, Utah, USA)
  6. David Capener Hanks b. (5 Mar 1870), (Park City, Summit, Utah, USA)
  7. Louisa Rebecca Hanks b. (27 Jun 1872), (Heber, Wasatch, Utah, USA)

History

George Augustus Hanks
by his son, George Ephraim Hanks
of San Diego, California

This short story is to acquaint those, who may be interested in parts of the life of George Augustus Hanks, my father. As history goes, he was born January 3, 1868, in Park City, Utah.

Until the year 1905, when he was wed to my mother, Elizabeth ‘Bessie” Johns, he worked at many different occupations and businesses. Some of these, as I recall him telling me, were mining, butchering, contracting and hunting wild game to sell and trade with the Indians.

This brings to mind a little story he told me of his hunting experiences. He and his partner took off for the mountains with their pack train to hunt deer for the market. During the trip they came upon a cub bear up a tree. Dad climbed the tree and got the cub stuffed in a grain sack. On the way down his hand holding the bag got cramped so he tried to hold the cub between his knees. The cub bit his leg thru the sack and he didn’t quite remember if he jumped or fell down the rest of the way. Now the real climax came after they got back to town with their outfit. He made a collar for the cub and used to lead it about with a chain. He was drumming around town for more business and happened to stroll into a saloon. The barkeeper right away claimed that the bear was his and had been stolen and, during the argument of “Yes it is”, and “no it isn’t” the barkeeper bent down and picked the bear up in his arms. Right then he lost a piece of his cheek, so decided the bear really was dad’s and not the one that had been stolen from him.

Dad raised angora goats and sheep at one time, worked in a general store and kept rental property, (building and renting houses and store buildings), worked in the mines, hauled ore down from the mines to the railroad, worked at Fargos Department Store buildings, and also operated one of his rental buildings as a shooting gallery at times.

I was the twelfth child born to my mother. Eleven were by her former marriage to Steven Johns. I was raised with three of them: Violet, Steve, and Stella, the youngest. The others had more or less gone out on their own.

In 1918 we visited some of the children who were living in San Diego, California.

The following year, 1919, Dad and mother sold everything in Park City and moved to San Diego. We bought a home here and Dad worked in a butcher shop quite awhile and also took care of a stable of horses for a downtown dairy. Meanwhile, he sold the first property and bought a smaller home a couple of blocks away. In January, 1921, Dad leased a farm at Dehesa, about twenty-five miles eat of San Diego. After the first year he managed to lease two or three more places. Along with the farming he started to dairy a little on the side.

In 1926 we moved back to San Diego and went into the dairy business on a bigger scale. During the five years Dad was farming, Mother lived in and kept the home in San Diego. In the latter part of 1928 Dad sold the dairy stock and started back to contracting work with teams building and boat slip for repairing boats on the bay front.

Dad was taken by a heart attack while caring for the animals over the weekend, January 6, 1929. He is buried in the Greenwood Cemetery, San Diego, California, near the mausoleum where his mother is buried.

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