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The Davis Brothers

December 15, 2011 | By | Reply More

 

The Davis Brothers

by Rodney Kite-Powell

Curator, Tampa Bay History Center

 

Sacramento, CA – I am writing this month’s article from a hotel room in

Sacramento, California (hence the dateline). I have spent the past two days

interviewing the Davis brothers, George and David P., Jr. Both men have

spent most of their lives in northern California, where they still make their

homes today; George in Woodland, outside of Sacramento, and “Junior” in

Walnut Creek, near San Francisco. Though they were orphaned at an early

age, they each have some distinct memories of their father, David P. Davis.

Both men asked why I wanted to come all the way out to California to talk

to them. It was difficult for me to put the answer into words. There are a lot

of reasons, not the least of which being the opportunity to meet D. P.’s sons.

They have memories of events that I could only guess about. Plus, they

have lots of photographs, scrapbooks and their baby books, all containing

even more information. Why did I want to go? How could I not go!

I began my series of family visits with a barbeque at the home of Greg and

Nancy Davis. Greg is one of Dave Jr.’s sons, and Nancy is the person who

connected the Davis brothers and me. Greg and Nancy live in Sunol,

California, a very hilly and picturesque town, located about forty miles east

of San Francisco. This segment of the Davis family, along with their

daughter Keri and Greg’s son Devin, will be in Tampa at the end of March.

The following day I met David Paul Davis, Jr. He was born on March 1,

1922 in Miami, Florida. Since Dave was only four when he and his brother

left Florida to move to California, he does not have many memories of his

time there. He remembers being “surrounded by water,” perhaps recalling a

visit to Davis Islands during construction. He does remember his father as a

kind, caring man. Dave’s mother died two and a half months after his birth.

The cause of death seemed to stem from complications following the birth,

but there are photographs of her at the family’s Miami home, apparently

healthy and holding her newborn son.

Dave gave me a tour of the town where he and his brother grew up,

Piedmont, California. Their mother’s aunts, Harriett Grange Mann and

Mable Grange, raised the boys. Piedmont was, and is, a very nice

community. Completely surrounded by the city of Oakland, the town sits as

a separate entity, with its own schools, police and fire departments, and city

government. The home they grew up in, 34 Sharon Street, still stands today,

though the empty lots Dave remembered as a boy are long gone – replaced

by more homes. Dave has very fond memories of his days in Piedmont,

from the streets were he had a paper route to the tennis courts where he first

met his wife, Elizabeth.

I interviewed Dave’s brother the following day. George Davis was born on

August 21, 1916 in Jacksonville, Florida. He has very distinct memories of

his father, whom he accompanied on a wide variety of trips, boat outings,

golf games and excursions to Davis Islands. He remembers his father’s

yacht, which was moored on the Hillsborough River in front of the Tampa

Bay Hotel. George also remembers his older relatives, including his

grandfather and namesake, George Riley Davis.

George related several stories about his father and about growing up in

Florida. Perhaps most importantly, he remembers being on board the

Majestic when his father fell overboard and drowned in October 1926.

While he thinks he was asleep in his own room during the actual event and

subsequent search, he remembers the sadness he felt when he found out his

father was gone. He also recalls continuing on the trip to Paris after the ship

reached Cherbourg. He realized, even then, that it was a bit unusual to be

traveling after such a traumatic event, but he went anyway. He is almost

positive that his chaperone for the Paris trip was his father’s girlfriend,

Lucille Zehring. He even remembers Zehring taking him to the Moulin

Rouge to see a show – one not necessarily appropriate for a ten year old boy,

much less one who just lost his father.

George thinks that, when he arrived back in Tampa, he and his brother lived

with his dad’s second wife, Elizabeth Nelson, at the Venetian Apartments on

Davis Islands. He speculates that he and Dave moved to their great aunts’

home in California in Spring 1927. Both men remember an accident at

Raton Pass along the Colorado/New Mexico boarder that almost killed them.

Fortunately for them, their families, and me, that did not happen.

I will end with a message of thanks to the entire Davis family. They all took

time out of their lives to talk to me and share information, some of it very

personal, about their family and D. P. Davis. Special thanks goes to the

Davis brothers, George and Dave. They patiently answered all of my

questions and never once objected to this nosey stranger who came all the

way out to California to talk to them about their parents, their childhoods

and their lives. All I can say is thank you.

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